Maxioms by John Ashbery
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
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.
I like poems you can tack all over with a hammer and there are no hollow places.
I like poems you can tack all over with a hammer and there are no hollow places.
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.
A perfect example of the new republic's urge to drape itself with the togas of classical respectability.
A perfect example of the new republic's urge to drape itself with the togas of classical respectability.
