John Ashbery @AshberyBot

"It's a kind of mimesis of how experience comes to me." Tweets lines from the poems of John Ashbery. Run by @DarraghMc Hotel Dauphin Joined September 2015

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John Ashbery @AshberyBot

3 years ago

a fragment of someone's snowball

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3 years ago

The horns of elfland swing past,

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3 years ago

Research has shown that ballads were produced by all of society working as a team. They didn't just happen. There was no guesswork.

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3 years ago

He managed the shower, coped with the small spattering drops, Then rubbed himself dry wiith a towel, wiped the living organism.

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3 years ago

What does the lengthening season mean, the halo round a single note?

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3 years ago

It read like the cubist diary of a brook That sidled past the house one day On its way to rendezvous with some river We can never cross twice.

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3 years ago

How limited, but how complete withal, has been our experience of Guadalajara!

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3 years ago

Here come the boys! They are skipping and throwing little things on the sidewalk Which is made of gray tile. One of them, a little older, has a toothpick in his teeth.

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3 years ago

But the water surface ripples, the whole light changes.

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...forgotten icebergs of decades ago peeling off from the mass to dive under the surface, raising a mountain of seething glass before they lunge back up to start the unknown perilous journey to the desolate horizon.

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5 years ago

Twenty miles away, in the colder waters of the Atlantic, you gaze lovingly toward the coast. Didn't you once love someone there? Yes, but it was only a cat, and I, a manatee, what could I do?

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5 years ago

Ouch! Was that a new flavor?

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5 years ago

Dear ghost, what shelter in the noonday crowd? I'm going to write an hour, then read what someone else has written.

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5 years ago

remote as the glittering trash of heaven

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5 years ago

Not that the dark world was removed or brightened, but each thing in it was slightly enlarged, and in so seeming became its true cameo self, a liquid thing, to be held in the hollow of the hand like a bird.

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5 years ago

Or an emptiness so sudden it leaves the girders whanging in the abscence of wind, the sky milk blue and astringent?

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5 years ago

a fuzz of dust under trees when it's drizzling

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5 years ago

...sentiments Emblazoned on T-shirts

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5 years ago

One died, and the soul was wrenched out Of the other in life, who, walking the streets Wrapped in an identity like a coat, sees on and on The same corners, volumetrics, shadows Under trees.