Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Everything's looted, betrayed and traded, black death's wing's overhead. Everything's eaten by hunger, unsated, so why does a light shine ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
If I forget thee, Jerusalem, Then let my right be forgotten. Let my right be forgotten, and my left remember. ...
Not the peace of a cease-fire not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in ...
'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 ...
Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied; A babe was in ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy Sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from ...
England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy Sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from ...
Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth, Must be consumed with the Earth To rise from Generation free: Then what have ...
In futurity I prophesy see. That the earth from sleep. (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise and seek For her ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with ...
It's never quite right, he said, the way people look, the way the music sounds, the way the words are ...
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I ...
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his ...
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