Just Walking Around (John Ashbery Poem)
What name do I have for you? Certainly there is not name for you In the sense that the stars ...
What name do I have for you? Certainly there is not name for you In the sense that the stars ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Celebrate our anniversary - can't you see tonight the snowy night of our first winter comes back again in every ...
And the stone word fell On my still-living breast. Never mind, I was ready. I will manage somehow. Today I ...
I have enough treasures from the past to last me longer than I need, or want. You know as well ...
Memory of sun seeps from the heart. Grass grows yellower. Faintly if at all the early snowflakes Hover, hover. Water ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Near the wall of a house painted to look like stone, I saw visions of God. A sleepless night that ...
Yad Mordechai. Those who fell here still look out the windows like sick children who are not allowed outside to ...
Do not accept these rains that come too late. Better to linger. Make your pain An image of the desert. ...
The first rain reminds me Of the rising summer dust. The rain doesn't remember the rain of yesteryear. A year ...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
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 ...
In his cool hall, with haggard eyes, The Roman noble lay; He drove abroad, in furious guise, Along the Appian ...
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters ...
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