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# "Glove Compartment" by John Ashbery
- URL: https://hyperallergic.com/glove-compartment-by-john-ashbery/
- Published: 2015-01-15T15:01:35.000Z
- Updated: 2025-11-24T16:43:39.000Z
- Description: 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.
- Author: Joe Pan
- Tags: Poetry, Hyperallergic Poetry, #wp, #wp-post, #image-position-hidden, #Import 2025-11-24 07:08 (2014, 2015, part 2)

*Our poetry editor, Joe Pan, has selected a new poem by John Ashbery for* [*his series*](http://hyperallergic.com/tag/hyperallergic-poetry/) *that brings original poetry to the screens of Hyperallergic readers.*

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![Claudia Gabriela Marques Vieira , "Red Balloon" (2008) (via flickr.com/saphirai)](https://storage.ghost.io/c/51/f8/51f871d8-b6be-4a73-b958-0ca4fff0110a/content/images/hyperallergic-newspack-s3-amazonaws-com/uploads/2015/01/3992805436_b7c9811cd4_o.jpg)

Claudia Gabriela Marques Vieira, “Red Balloon” (2008) (via flickr.com/saphirai)

## Glove Compartment

“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’

blank pill.  
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  
her suit

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  
biscuit routine.

His share of the opera  
betokens carriages.

Just can’t live anymore.  
Always happy to shoot the breeze.

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John Ashbery’s new book of poems, [*Breezeway*](http://www.harpercollins.com/9780062387028/breezeway?ref=hyperallergic.com), 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).