John Ashbery Quotes

But a blind man's cane poking, however clumsily, into the inmost corners of the house.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "White Roses."
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We must rest here, for this is where the teacher comes. On his desk stands a vase of tears.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "And You Know."
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Only then can the chronic inattention Of our lives drape itself around us, conciliatory....
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Late Echo."
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You who were directionless, and thought it would solve everything if you found one, What do you make of this? Just because a thing is immortal Is that any reason to worship it? Death, after all, is immortal. But you have gone into your houses and shut the doors, meaning There can be no further discussion.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "The Bungalows."
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Only the white, tremendous foam of the street has any importance, The new white flowers that are beginning to shoot up about now.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "White Roses."
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And so they have left us feeling tired and old. They never cared for school anyway. And they have left us with the things pinned on the bulletin board. And the night, the endless, muggy night that is invading our school.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "And You Know."
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Alone with our madness and favorite flower We see that there really is nothing left to write about. Or rather, it is necessary to write about the same old things In the same way, repeating the same things over and over For love to continue and be gradually different.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Late Echo."
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There is no going back, For standing still means death, and life is moving on, Moving on towards death. But sometimes standing still is also life.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "The Bungalows."
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That's how it all began. Looking back on it, I wonder now if it could have been on some day Findable in an old calendar? But no, It wasn't out of history, but inside it.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Wooden Buildings."
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And no one, it seemed, had had the presence of mind To initiate proceedings or stop the wheel From the number it was backing away from as it stopped: It was performing prettily; the puncture stayed unseen....
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Another Chain Letter."
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