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Our poetry editor, Joe Pan, has selected a new poem by John Ashbery for his series that brings original poetry to the screens of Hyperallergic readers.
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“Did they mention a shawl?”
— Nicolas Hundley, “Gothic Novel”
For treasonable us
we sold my brotherhood down the stream.
I’m always surprised at
how green-tempered you are
toward other, frog-related chains
of weeks, or months, or
whatever you call them.
He devoted Christmas day to finding out
all the news about Mama and their three puppies.
The foundry was out and would have to be relit,
nineteen years is enough. It’s not
overcrowded until the day we go to the farm places’
Silence is everywhere, like silence,
is suspect, she being…
We’ll try to get home
throughout the air.
I don’t want to have to speak to you again
and have to unveil
you called her.
Can’t they stay generated?
We’re not going to start today
because that is awesome
which in turn stirs up the system and
we are ready and we’re still not smart.
Put it up a little
to the great cleansing wind,
a gay, fat guest
or getting my train elected.
Can I be a medicine?
The innocence collected now
that’s not, interestingly enough,
the easiest way to do it, is
sent me a bunch of little…
Let my song fill your heart. It’s
more than I wanted.
I had always wanted to do just the
right thing and fit in with the.
From more dishonest fences loomed the per cent.
I didn’t have leave to be
the only justice that gets through.
It’s so exhausting being a
medium, especially the 94th military one.
Atta bugger… He belongs in passports now
the productivity panel has its view.
Undressing her was unfunny
His share of the opera
Just can’t live anymore.
Always happy to shoot the breeze.
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John Ashbery’s new book of poems, Breezeway, will be published in May, 2015 (Ecco/HarperCollins). A two-volume set of his collected translations from the French (poetry and prose) was published in early 2014 (Farrar, Straus & Giroux).