John Ashbery Quotes

Such simple things, And we make of them something so complex it defeats us, Almost. Why can't everything be simple again?...
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Business Personals."
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"... Farewell then, Until, under a better sky We may meet expended, for just doing it Is only an excuse. We need the tether Of entering each other's lives, eyes wide apart, crying."
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Parergon."
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... through it The roar of time plunging unchecked through the sluices Of the days, dragging every sexual moment of it Past the lenses: the end of something.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "The Other Tradition."
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It is because everything is relative That we shall never see in that sphere of pure wisdom and Entertainment much more than groping shadows of an incomplete Former existence so close it burns like the mouth that Closes down over all your effort like the moment Of death
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Clepsydra."
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... the girls who came at dawn To pay a visit to the young child, and how, when he grew up to be a man The same restive ceremony replaced the limited years between, Only now he was old, and forced to begin the journey to the sun.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Plainness in Diversity."
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They all came, some wore sentiments Emblazoned on T-shirts, proclaiming the lateness Of the hour, and indeed the sun slanted its rays Through branches of Norfolk Island pine as though Politely clearing its throat....
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "The Other Tradition."
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A moment that gave not only itself, but Also the means of keeping it, of not turning to dust Or gestures somewhere up ahead But of becoming complicated like the torrent In new dark passages, tears and laughter which Are a sign of life, of distant life in this case.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Clepsydra."
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Silly girls your heads full of boys
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Plainness in Diversity."
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How could he explain to them his prayer That nature, not art, might unsurp the canvas?
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic, novelist. The Painter (l. 13-14). . . Selected Poems [John Ashbery]. (1986) Penguin Books.
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It's this crazy weather we've been having: Falling forward one minute, lying down the next Among the loose grasses and soft, white, nameless flowers.
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Crazy Weather."
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