New Ashbery

Languagehat posts a new John Ashbery poem from the NYRB. An excerpt:

We were warned about spiders, and the occasional famine.
We drove downtown to see our neighbors. None of them were home.
We nestled in yards the municipality had created,
reminisced about other, different places—
but were they? Hadn’t we known it all before?

Go read the whole thing.

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