John Ashbery Poems
|1.||The New Higher||6/2/2015|
|2.||The Problem of Anxiety -new-||10/1/2015|
|4.||The Dong With The Luminous Nose||2/2/2015|
|7.||The Instruction Manual||1/23/2015|
|8.||Poem At The New Year||8/31/2008|
|9.||For John Clare||1/20/2003|
|12.||Farm Implements And Rutabagas In A Landscape||1/20/2003|
|13.||Into The Dusk-Charged Air||1/20/2003|
|14.||Just Walking Around||3/11/2006|
|15.||Daffy Duck In Hollywood||1/20/2003|
|16.||My Philosophy Of Life||1/20/2003|
|17.||Self-Portrait In A Convex Mirror||1/20/2003|
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 ...
The Problem of Anxiety
Fifty years have passed
since I started living in those dark towns
I was telling you about.
Well, not much has changed. I still can't figure out
how to get from the post office to the swings in the park.
Apple trees blossom in the cold, not from conviction,
and my hair is the color of dandelion fluff.
Suppose this poem were about you - would you