THINGS
(John Ashbery)
And all the flat cities
I've seen before me,
bundled, as if in a
vestibule of night.
The severed hand
that stands for life -
well, much besides
your life depends on
it. Remember, call me.
-
Look down now from
this hapless window - the
wafer-thin pedestrians
are still passing by.
-
Seasons like this end.
Worms die upon worming
their own way out from
the compost heap.
(John Ashbery)
And all the flat cities
I've seen before me,
bundled, as if in a
vestibule of night.
The severed hand
that stands for life -
well, much besides
your life depends on
it. Remember, call me.
-
Look down now from
this hapless window - the
wafer-thin pedestrians
are still passing by.
-
Seasons like this end.
Worms die upon worming
their own way out from
the compost heap.
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