Daffy Duck In Hollywood (John Ashbery Poem)
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
And the town is frozen solid in a vice, Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass. Over crystal, on slippery tracks ...
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the ...
Twenty-first. Night. Monday. Silhouette of the capitol in darkness. Some good-for-nothing -- who knows why -- made up the tale ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
Do not accept these rains that come too late. Better to linger. Make your pain An image of the desert. ...
The end was quick and bitter. Slow and sweet was the time between us, slow and sweet were the nights ...
You mustn't show weakness and you've got to have a tan. But sometimes I feel like the thin veils of ...
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
God has pity on kindergarten children, He pities school children -- less. But adults he pities not at all. He ...
I don't Know if history repeats itself But I do know that you don't. I remember that city was didvided ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
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 ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
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 ...
And you, ye stars, Who slowly begin to marshal, As of old, in the fields of heaven, Your distant, melancholy ...
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear. There's nothing can dismarble now ...
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will ...
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