Famous Quotes by John Ashbery

  • I lost my ridiculous accent without acquiring another More
  • You have original artworks hanging on the walls oh I said edit More
  • What is the past, what is it all for? A mental sandwich? More
  • You hold me up to the light in a way
    I should never have expected, or suspected,... More
  • I prefer “you” in the plural, I want “you,”
    You must come to me, all golden and... More
  • The boy seemed to have fallen
    From shelf to shelf of someone’s rage. More
  • No one could begin to mop up this particular mess.
    Thunder lay down in the heart.
    “My... More
  • These wonderful things
    Were planted on the surface of a round mind that was to become our... More
  • And the truth is cold, as a giant’s knee
    Will seem cold. More
  • Once a happy old man
    One can never change the core of things, and light burns you the harder... More
  • Everything is being blown away;
    A little horse trots with a letter in its mouth, which is... More
  • And of the other things death is a new office building filled with modern furniture,
    A wise... More
  • Man is never without woman, the neuter sex
    Casting up her equations, looks to her lord for... More
  • He gathers deeds
    In the pure air, the agent
    Of their factual excesses. More
  • her patience,
    The imperative Become, trembles
    Where hands have been before. More
  • The night is itself sleep
    And what goes on in it, the naming of the wind,
    Our notes to... More
  • Where then shall hope and fear their objects find? More
  • The distant box is open. A sound of grain
    Poured over the floor in some eagerness we
    Rise... More
  • With all of my power of living
    I am forced to lie on the floor. More
  • Playing alone, I found the wall.
    One side was gray, the other an indelible gray.
    The two... More
  • There are no other questions than these,
    Half squashed in mud, emerging out of the... More
  • A coma that is a white, interesting country ... More
  • You can’t say it that way any more.
    Bothered about beauty you have to
    Come out into the... More
  • Something
    Ought to be written about how this affects
    You when you write poetry:
    The... More
  • We must rest here, for this is where the teacher comes.
    On his desk stands a vase of tears. More
  • And so they have left us feeling tired and old.
    They never cared for school anyway.
    And... More
  • And no one, it seemed, had had the presence of mind
    To initiate proceedings or stop the... More
  • It was a conspiracy
    Of right-handed notions. More
  • And a sigh heaves from all the small things on earth,
    The books, the papers, the old garters... More
  • The light that was shadowed then
    Was seen to be our lives,
    Everything about us that love... More
  • And you teetered on the edge of this
    Calm street with its sidewalks, its traffic,
    As... More
  • the gap of today filling itself
    as emptiness is distributed
    in the idea of what time it... More
  • it is finally as though that thing of monstrous interest
    were happening in the sky
    but... More
  • Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you,
    At incredible speed, traveling day and... More
  • Is it enough
    That the dish of milk is set out at night,
    That we think of him... More
  • But it is the same thing we are all seeing,
    Our world. Go after it,
    Go get it boy, says... More
  • Yet the landscape, those billboards, age as rapidly as before. More
  • I shall return in the dark and be seen,
    Be led to my own room by well-intentioned... More
  • So, laying his cheek against the dresser’s wooden one,
    He died making up stories, the... More
  • In the haunted house no quarter is given: in that respect
    It’s very much business as usual.... More
  • One idea is enough to organize a life and project it
    Into unusual but viable forms, but many... More
  • But there are no fractions, the world is an integer
    Like us, and like us it can neither stand... More
  • The past absconds
    With our fortunes just as we were rounding a major
    Bend in the swollen... More
  • And we can get back to that raw state
    Of feeling, so long deemed
    Inconsequential and... More
  • Not until it starts to stink does the inevitable happen. More
  • And though that other question that I asked and can’t
    Remember any more is going to move... More
  • Always, a few errands
    Summon us periodically from the room of our forethought
    And that is... More
  • Headhunters and jackals mingle with the viburnum
    And hollyhocks outside.... More
  • But always and sometimes questioning the old modes
    And the new wondering, the poem, growing... More
  • You turn
    To speak to someone beside the dock and the lighthouse
    Shines like garnets. It... More
  • Under and around the quick background,
    Surface is improvisation. More
  • Long ago was the then beginning to seem like now
    As now is but the setting out on a new but... More
  • The things that were coming to be talked about
    Have come and gone and are still... More
  • And songs climb out of the flames of the near campfires,
    Pale, pastel things exquisite in... More
  • The disquieting muses again: what are “leftovers”? More
  • Such simple things,
    And we make of them something so complex it defeats us,
    Almost. Why... More
  • It is because everything is relative
    That we shall never see in that sphere of pure wisdom... More
  • A moment that gave not only itself, but
    Also the means of keeping it, of not turning to... More
  • It’s this crazy weather we’ve been having:
    Falling forward one minute, lying down the... More
  • The rare,
    Uninteresting specimen might still be putting out shoots, for all we know. More
  • The sky calls
    To the deaf earth. The proverbial disarray
    Of morning corrects itself as... More
  • Therefore bivouac we
    On this great, blond highway, unimpeded by
    Veiled scruples, worn... More
  • This whole moment is the groin
    Of a borborygmic giant who even now
    Is rolling over on us... More
  • He promised he’d get me out of this one,
    That mean old cartoonist, but just look what... More
  • Such moments as we prized in life:
    The promise of a new day, living with lots of... More
  • And the serial continues:
    Pain, expiation, delight, more pain,
    A frieze that lengthens... More
  • There is every reason to rejoice with those self-styled prophets of commercial disaster, those... More
  • We hold these truths to be self-evident:
    That ostracism, both political and moral,... More
  • You stupefied me. We waxed,
    Carnivores, late and alight
    In the beaded winter. All was... More
  • A wish
    Refines the lines around the mouth
    At these ten-year intervals. More
  • The first of the undecoded messages read: “Popeye sits in thunder,
    Unthought of. From that... More
  • “Popeye, forced as you know to flee the country
    One musty gusty evening, by the schemes of... More
  • If only the phantom would stop reappearing!
    Business, if you wanted to know, was punk at the... More
  • In the wings the tenor hungers
    For the heroine’s convulsive kiss, and Faust
    Moves... More
  • So that the old joy, modest as cake, as wine and friendship
    Will stay with us at the last,... More
  • How many facts we have fallen through
    And still the old façade glimmers there,
    A mirage,... More
  • ... the first step of the terrible journey toward feeling somebody should act, that ends in utter... More
  • I say this because there is an uneasiness in things just now. Waiting for something to be over... More
  • Why must it always end this way?
    A dais with woman reading, with the ruckus of her... More
  • The shadow of the Venetian blind on the painted wall,
    Shadows of the snake-plant and cacti,... More
  • Another time I go outside
    Into the world. It rocks on and on.
    It was rocking before I saw... More
  • No one makes mistakes. No one runs away
    Any more. I bite my lip and
    Turn to you. Maybe... More
  • Expecting rain, the profile of a day
    Wears its soul like a hat.... More
  • And so we turn the page over
    To think of starting. This is all there is. More
  • That which is given to see
    At any moment is the residue, shadowed
    In gold or emerging... More
  • Rivers of wings surround us and vast tribulation. More
  • The bear
    Drops dead in sight of the window. More
  • But I was trying to tell you about a strange thing
    That happened to me, but this is no way to... More
  • What precisely is it
    About the time of day it is, the weather, that causes people to note it... More
  • The dog barks, the caravan passes on.
    The words had a sort of bloom on them
    But were... More
  • So this tangle of impossible resolutions and irresolutions:
    The desire to have fun, to make... More
  • It seems only yesterday that we saw
    The movie with the cows in it
    And turned to one at... More
  • All things seem mention of themselves
    And the names which stem from them branch out to other... More
  • The lies fall like flaxen threads from the skies
    All over America, and the fact that some of... More
  • The custard is setting; meanwhile
    I not only have my own history to worry about
    But am... More
  • At one of the later performances you asked why they called it a “miracle,”
    Since nothing... More
  • The door is opening. A man you have never seen enters the room.
    He tells you that it is time... More
  • He was last seen flying to New York.
    He was handing out cards which read:
    “He wears a... More
  • He walks in his sleep into your life.
    He is worth knowing only for the children
    He has... More
  • Still I enjoy
    The long sweetness of the simultaneity, yours and mine, ours and mine,
    The... More

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