..
But there was that train of thought
That satisfied one nicely: how one was going to climb down
Out of here, hopefully
To arrive on a perfectly flat spit of sand
Level with the water.
..
But for all you I
Have neglected, ignored,
..
Not been that friend that is approaching,
I ask forgiveness, a song new like rain.
Please sing it to me.
John Ashbery
April Galleons
Posture of Unease
[fragments]
Collected Poems,
1956-1987
op. cit.
Winchimes Cypress Point
Thorny
22 December 2012,
arriving late March
I knew it would happen sooner or later: you've gone to the dogs!
ReplyDeleteKind of you to have withheld that observation for so long :)
DeleteWOOF! WOOF!
ReplyDeleteA two woof appraisal, no less! I'll take care to be less grand, on working days .. :)
DeleteYou've improved upon Ashbery, unimaginable! Is that your new puppy?
ReplyDeleteI credit the pup with your hyperbole, mon vieux, but I'll keep it very happily. Yes, he is to fly here from the Coast around the end of the month, Easter weekend, we think. Cliché lives on, in the pastures of Virginia ..
DeleteThe only way to go! Such a darling pup. Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteThey all are, dear Barbara - but then they grow into these miracles, for whom there are no words - "No," possibly excepted! Thank you for coming ~
Deleteno words, just woof.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the immortal tone -- and so well sung :)
DeleteIs this little one your new puppy ?
ReplyDeleteHe is, he is; and growing v fast but not yet here. So far, so spiffy, but it's all in the temperament and, of course, his accent. D'you think you could spare a few moments with him? :)
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