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 ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Try to remember some details. Remember the clothing of the one you love so that on the day of loss ...
A man doesn't have time in his life to have time for everything. He doesn't have seasons enough to have ...
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 ...
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 ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, ...
The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your ...
In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is ...
Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel With these dear chains, they don't demean. The nightingale embushed in laurel, The sylvan ...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I ...
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