"But it is the same thing we are all seeing,
Our world. Go after it,
Go get it boy, says the man holding the stick.
Eat, says the hunger, and we plunge blindly in again,
Into the chamber behind the thought."
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "A Tone Poem." |
"I am not offended that these creatures (that's the word)
Of my imagination seem to hold me in such light esteem,
Pay so little heed to me. It's part of a complicated
Flirtation routine, anyhow, no doubt."
John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Mixed Feelings." |
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