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 ...
Lying in me, as though it were a white Stone in the depths of a well, is one Memory that ...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
I don't know if you're alive or dead. Can you on earth be sought, Or only when the sunsets fade ...
Not the peace of a cease-fire not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in ...
I have become very hairy all over my body. I'm afraid they'll start hunting me because of my fur. My ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
All night the army came up from Gilgal To get to the killing field, and that's all. In the ground, ...
A man doesn't have time in his life to have time for everything. He doesn't have seasons enough to have ...
A precise woman with a short haircut brings order to my thoughts and my dresser drawers, moves feelings around like ...
Once a great love cut my life in two. The first part goes on twisting at some other place like ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
God knows it, I am with you. If to prize Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few, But priz'd, ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
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 ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
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