And so much snow, but it is to be littered with waste and ashes
So that cathedrals may grow. Out of this spring builds a tolerable
Affair of brushwood, the sea is felt behind oak wands, noiselessly pouring.
Spring with its promise of winter, and the black ivy once again
On the porch, its yellow perspective bands in place
And the horse nears them and weeps.
Hey man, we've already got an Ashbery topic with a lot of his poems in it! Check it out, and repost this here!
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I was hoping opening a second thread might influence the MODS to stick the post. I'll def contribute in there.