peeping echo
- Nobel say Doris, Nactus say John !
What had you been thinking about
the face studiously bloodied
heaven blotted region
I go on loving you like water but
there is a terrible breath in the way all of this
You were not elected president, yet won the race
All the way through fog and drizzle
When you read it was sincere the coasts
stammered with unintentional villages the
horse strains fatigued I guess . . . the calls . . .
I worry (-)
continue reading [The Tennis Court Oath] and more John Ashbery at poetryfoundation
found name with the name generator
Labels: Equus, horse, John Ashbery, name generator, Nobel Prize
11.10.07 # zoe tati
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