John Ashbery (1927-2017)

All things seem mention of themselves

And the names which stem from them branch out to other referents.

Hugely, spring exists again. The weigela does its dusty thing

In fire-hammered air. And garbage cans are heaved against

The railing as the tulips yawn and crack open and fall apart.

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/09/05/opinion/john-ashbery-poet.html?mcubz=0 <a

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