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 ...
Do not accept these rains that come too late. Better to linger. Make your pain An image of the desert. ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
EXPERIENCE, like a pale musician, holds A dulcimer of patience in his hand, Whence harmonies, we cannot understand, Of God; ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
Were I - who to my cost already am One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man - A spirit free ...
Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose ...
When he was a youth of fifteen or twenty, He chased a wild horse, he caught him and rode him, ...
AS I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado, The confession I made I resume-what I said to you ...
1 AN old man bending, I come, among new faces, Years looking backward, resuming, in answer to children, Come tell ...
THOU who hast slept all night upon the storm, Waking renew'd on thy prodigious pinions, (Burst the wild storm? above ...
I was never a film buff, give me Widmark and Wayne any day Saturday matin?es with Margaret Gardener still hold ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Of love, logic, and libido I cryingly thank you, god, ever, for making me a doubter with millions of insteads ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
This is a poem I wrote before I died and was reborn: - After the years of the apples ripening ...
A sunny day's complete Poussiniana Divide it from itself. It is this or that And it is not. By metaphor ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
My swirling wants. Your frozen lips. The grammar turned and attacked me. Themes, written under duress. Emptiness of the notations. ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
DAME DOWSON, was a granny grey, Who, three score years and ten, Had pass'd her busy hours away, In talking ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
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