My Philosophy of Life (John Ashbery Poem)
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
Celebrate our anniversary - can't you see tonight the snowy night of our first winter comes back again in every ...
Lying in me, as though it were a white Stone in the depths of a well, is one Memory that ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
I have enough treasures from the past to last me longer than I need, or want. You know as well ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
I know a man who photographed the view he saw from the window of the room where he made love ...
I don't know if you're alive or dead. Can you on earth be sought, Or only when the sunsets fade ...
God-Full-of-Mercy, the prayer for the dead. If God was not full of mercy, Mercy would have been in the world, ...
Not the peace of a cease-fire not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in ...
I don't Know if history repeats itself But I do know that you don't. I remember that city was didvided ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow ...
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal ...
And you, ye stars, Who slowly begin to marshal, As of old, in the fields of heaven, Your distant, melancholy ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask-thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn't the moon warm enough for you why do you need ...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
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