Alone with our madness and favorite flower
We see that there really is nothing left to write about.
Or rather, it is necessary to write about the same old things
In the same way, repeating the same things over and over
For love to continue and be gradually different. ...(more)
From "Late Echo" by John Ashbery. Read the complete poem at Poetry Foundation.
Solitude, Jean-Jacques Henner (1829-1905)
9 comments:
Wonderful poem.
I think so, too. I don't always get Ashbery, but sometimes his poems are like flashes of lightning.
Yes! Thank You.
Maria, thank you for the poetry, the discoveries, the daily catch of inspiration and perspective.
You're welcome, Olivier. I enjoy myself here, and I'm pleased when others do.
Thanks for the comment, which gave me the chance to click over and see your work. It's wonderful. I'm adding your site to my blog roll.
Ah. I really needed to read this today, and have sent the link to my sweetheart as well. It appears to have been written exactly for him, at his current juncture.
Thanks.
I hope the poem is sustaining for your beloved, Alyssa. It is Ashbery at his best, I think.
Great beauty here.
[Forgive my slowness to respond...]
It's so nice to hear from you, Chaya. I just mentioned to Dave yesterday that I was missing your virtual presence ;-) Hope all's well.
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