John Ashbery Poems
- Daffy Duck In Hollywood Something strange is creeping across ...
- Self-Portrait In A Convex Mirr... As Parmigianino did it, the ...
- My Philosophy Of Life Just when I thought there wasn't room ...
- Just Walking Around What name do I have for you? Certainly ...
- Farm Implements And Rutabagas ...
- Into The Dusk-Charged Air Far from the Rappahannock, the ...
- Glazunoviana The man with the red hat And the polar bear, is...
John Lawrence Ashbery is an American poet. He has published more than twenty volumes of poetry and won nearly every major American award for poetry, including a Pulitzer Prize in 1976 for his collection Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror. But Ashbery's work still proves controversial. In an article on Elizabeth Bishop in his Selected Prose, he characterizes himself as having been described as "a harebrained, homegrown surrealist whose poetry defies even the rules and logic of Surrealism." Although renowned for the postmodern complexity and opacity of his work, Ashbery has stated that he wishes it to be accessible to as many people as possible, not a private ... more »
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''The disquieting muses again: what are "leftovers"?''John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Business Personals."
''Perhaps we ought to feel with more imagination.''John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "The Recent Past."
''... the first step of the terrible journey toward feeling somebody should act, that ends in utter confusion and hopelessness, east of the sun and west of the moon.''John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "For John Clare."
If you need a certain vitality you can only supply it yourself, or there comes a point, anyway, when no one's actions but your own seem dramatically convincing and justifiable in the plot that the num...John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "The System."
It is the time we have now, and all our wasted time sinks into the sea and is swallowed up without a trace. The past is dust and ashes, and this incommensurably wide way leads to the pragmatic and kin...John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "The System."
Daffy Duck In Hollywood
Something strange is creeping across me.
La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars
Of "I Thought about You" or something mellow from
Amadigi di Gaula for everything--a mint-condition can
Of Rumford's Baking Powder, a celluloid earring, Speedy
Gonzales, the latest from Helen Topping Miller's fertile
Escritoire, a sheaf of suggestive pix on greige, deckle-edged
Stock--to come clattering through the rainbow trellis
Where Pistachio Avenue rams the 2300 block of Highland
Fling Terrace. He promised he'd get me out of this one,
That mean old ...