Treasure Island

John Ashbery

(28 July 1927 / Rochester, New York)

Poems of John Ashbery

1. Daffy Duck In Hollywood 1/20/2003
2. Farm Implements and Rutabagas in a Landscape 1/20/2003
3. For John Clare 1/20/2003
4. Glazunoviana 3/11/2006
5. Into the Dusk-Charged Air 1/20/2003
6. Just Walking Around 3/11/2006
7. My Philosophy of Life 1/20/2003
8. Poem at the New Year 8/31/2008
9. Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror 1/20/2003
10. Syringa 1/20/2003

Syringa

Orpheus liked the glad personal quality
Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part
Of this. Then one day, everything changed. He rends
Rocks into fissures with lament. Gullies, hummocks
Can't withstand it. The sky shudders from one horizon
To the other, almost ready to give up wholeness.
Then Apollo quietly told him: "Leave it all on earth.
Your lute, what point? Why pick at a dull pavan few care to
Follow, except a few birds of dusty feather,

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