By John Ashbery
This twenty third assortment from Harold Bloom's favourite dwelling American poet is a modestly scaled affair: it doesn't finish with a grand lengthy poem, which has turn into an Ashbery trademark considering the fact that Rivers and Mountains, neither is it particularly immense like are you able to pay attention, poultry nor does it even include many poems that reach greater than 3 pages (the identify poem, at seven pages, is the longest). The booklet as an entire takes the pleasures of video games and makes of them poetic seductions; the adjective "Ashberian"—part Joseph Cornell, half Henry James, half shut Encounters—is might be the one one attainable to explain the paintings at this element: "Another's narrative supplants the crawling/ stock-market prices. like every great things/ existence has a tendency to head on too long.../ Rains shower the rainbow,/ and the form of evening is an empty cylinder,/ concentrated at us, urging its noncompliance/ nearer alongside the best way we selected to go." maybe his secret's in offering us with the adventure of negative come across within the convenience of our personal poem, one who we will decide to occupy for years, even after gaining knowledge of the thrashing middle below the floorboards.
You intended greater than lifestyles to me. I lived through
you now not figuring out, no longer figuring out i used to be living.
I discovered that you just known as for me. I got here to where
you have been dwelling, up a stair. there has been not anyone there.
No one to understand me. The legality of it
upset a chair. time and again to celebrate
we have been referred to as jointly and where
we were there has been not anything there,
nothing that's anyplace. We handed obliquely,
leaving no stare. while the solar used to be performed muttering,
in an positive approach, it was once time to depart that there.
-- from "The New Higher"
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