Quote by John Ashbery
““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 air filled with slowly falling rocks Breathed in deeply--arrived, The white room, a table covered With a towel, mug of ice--fear Among the legs of a chair, the ashman, Purple and gray she starts upright in her chair.””
