Maxioms by John Ashbery
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
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.
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.
