Maxioms by John Ashbery
I write with experiences in mind, but I don't write about them, I write out of them.
I write with experiences in mind, but I don't write about them, I write out of them.
The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.
The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.
So that the old joy, modest as cake, as wine and friendship Will stay with us at the last, backed read more
So that the old joy, modest as cake, as wine and friendship Will stay with us at the last, backed by the night Whose ruse gave it our final meaning
There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.
There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.
