Wednesday afternoon, January 23,2019 at 4: 05 p.m.; Thursday morning, January 24,2019 at 10: 49 a.m.; Friday morning, February 15 at 10: 40 a.m.
'To meet as far this morning
From the world as agreeing
With it, you and I...'
- John Ashbery, 'Some Trees'
Okay, the world is largely incomprehensible;
agreed; is larger than you and me; agreed;
but you wasted a lot of time, yours
and mine, living in Paris off a parental
allowance to accommodate this idea
and there are only so many allowances
made for this kind of poetry. Obscurity.
Later was far different: the way you wielded
words in 'Self Portrait In A Convex Mirror'
where meaning is everything—you dipped
your arms up to the elbows, farther up:
the soul trapped in its place, unable to move,
a brief moment of attention. Desist.
Allow me to draw out the implications.
You make more of content... 'content'
you repeat in French—its provenance
comes home and we are happy? No?
No more tennis court oaths. Forbear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem