John Ashbery Poems
|43.||The Instruction Manual||1/23/2015|
|44.||Poem At The New Year||8/31/2008|
|45.||For John Clare||1/20/2003|
|46.||Into The Dusk-Charged Air||1/20/2003|
|49.||Farm Implements And Rutabagas In A Landscape||1/20/2003|
|50.||Just Walking Around||3/11/2006|
|51.||My Philosophy Of Life||1/20/2003|
|52.||Daffy Duck In Hollywood||1/20/2003|
|53.||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 man with the red hat
And the polar bear, is he here too?
The window giving on shade,
Is that here too?
And all the little helps,
My initials in the sky,
The hay of an arctic summer night?