I often wonder if I am suffering from some mental dysfunction because of how weird and baffling my poetry seems to so… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
And we may be led, then, upward through more Powerful forms of poetry, past columns With peeling posters on them, to the… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
I would like to please the reader, and I think that surprise has to be an element of this, and that may… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
In the evening Everything has a schedule, if you can find out what it is. — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
If you need a certain vitality you can only supply it yourself, or there comes a point, anyway, when no one's actions… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
How funny your name would be if you could follow it back to where the first person thought of saying it, naming… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
“Yes, they are alive and can have those colors, But I, in my soul, am alive too. I feel I must sing and dance,… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
How many people came and stayed a certain time, Uttered light or dark speech that became part of you Like light behind windblown fog… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
Some certified nut Will try to tell you it's poetry, (It's extraordinary, it makes a great deal of sense) But watch out or he'll… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
The ellipse is as aimless as that, Stretching invisibly into the future so as to reappear In our present. Its flexing is its account,… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night.... — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
“The genius of Cornell is that he sees and enables us to see with the eyes of childhood, before our vision got clouded by… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
The mind Is so hospitable, taking in everything Like boarders, and you don't see until It's all over how little there was to learn… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
In the increasingly convincing darkness The words become palpable, like a fruit That is too beautiful to eat. — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
What I like about music is its ability to be convincing, to carry an argument through successfully to the finish, though the terms of… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
“The Unknown Travelers Lugged to the gray arbor, I have climbed this snow-stone on my face, My stick, but what, snapped the avalanche The… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
