John Ashbery

Rookie (28 July 1927 / Rochester, New York)

John Ashbery Poems

1. The New Higher 6/2/2015
2. Hotel Lautréamont 2/10/2015
3. The Dong With The Luminous Nose 2/2/2015
4. The Instruction Manual 1/23/2015
5. Wet Casements 11/21/2014
6. Pantoum 2/5/2015
7. Poem At The New Year 8/31/2008
8. Syringa 1/20/2003
9. For John Clare 1/20/2003
10. Glazunoviana 3/11/2006
11. Into The Dusk-Charged Air 1/20/2003
12. Farm Implements And Rutabagas In A Landscape 1/20/2003
13. Just Walking Around 3/11/2006
14. My Philosophy Of Life 1/20/2003
15. Daffy Duck In Hollywood 1/20/2003
16. Self-Portrait In A Convex Mirror 1/20/2003
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Self-Portrait In A Convex Mirror

As Parmigianino did it, the right hand
Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer
And swerving easily away, as though to protect
What it advertises. A few leaded panes, old beams,
Fur, pleated muslin, a coral ring run together
In a movement supporting the face, which swims
Toward and away like the hand
Except that it is in repose. It is what is
Sequestered. Vasari says, "Francesco one day set himself
To take his own portrait, looking at himself from that purpose
In a convex mirror, such as is used by barbers . . .
He accordingly caused a ball of wood to be ...

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Syringa

Orpheus liked the glad personal quality
Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part
Of this. Then one day, everything changed. He rends
Rocks into fissures with lament. Gullies, hummocks
Can't withstand it. The sky shudders from one horizon
To the other, almost ready to give up wholeness.
Then Apollo quietly told him: "Leave it all on earth.
Your lute, what point? Why pick at a dull pavan few care to
Follow, except a few birds of dusty feather,

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