By John Ashbery
Witty but heartbreaking, conversational but richly lyrical, John Ashbery's 16th poetry assortment showcases a mastery uniquely his own.
And the celebs have been Shining initially seemed in 1994, towards the midpoint of a startlingly artistic interval in Ashbery's lengthy occupation, within which the nice American poet released no fewer than 9 books in ten years. the gathering brings jointly greater than fifty compact, jewellike, intensely felt poems, together with the well known "Like a Sentence" ("How little we all know, / and after we understand it!") and the lyrical, deeply relocating thirteen-part name poem well-known as one of many author's maximum. This assortment is Ashbery at his so much obtainable, swish, and elegiac.
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There is only mine, or yours— but the world will be filled with the living. Mysteriously (heavy dear sky-colored book), too, I have been spared the fate of those who love words more than what they mean! My poem is not for example a blank check in pussyland anymore, nor entry in the contest for the world’s most poignant suicide note. Now I have to go—, but meet my friend Miss April snow. The black balloon tied to her wrist again, thin hand floating an inch above the white white sheet The body a word to be said into death, one word which no one else knows completely her own— Night just the shadow of her hell Gray small clumps weightless as hair dust what is it Forty years later utterly unrecognizable save for our eyes that is, were we to meet— Take one by mouth furtively every four minutes Dear miniature skyblue antisacrament .
It’s theorized the universe is only one among others, infinite others. Though didn’t Christ tell us, “In my father’s house there are many rooms . ” And I would tell you what it’s like, real fear. And how there are human beings for whom the sun is never going to shine is never going to rise again, ever, not really— not the real sun. They’re not exactly waking up in radiant awareness and celebration of their own presence these days, who’d get rid of themselves with no more thought (if it were possible) than you would give to taking off a glove.
Voice saying, While I was alive I loved you. And I love you now. Great big flakes like white ashes at nightfall descending abruptly everywhere and vanishing in this hand like the host on somebody’s put-out tongue, she turns the crucifix over to me, still warm from her touch two years later and thank you, I say all alone— Vast whisp-whisp of wingbeats awakens me and I look up at a minute-long string of black geese following low past the moon the white course of the snow-covered river and by the way thank You for keeping Your face hidden, I can hardly bear the beauty of this world.
And the Stars Were Shining by John Ashbery