Ion's blog

A ruler is pasted against the wall

to tell time by, but it’s too late. The snow’s

knack for seeking out and penetrating crevices

has finally become major news.

Let’s drink to that, and the tenacity of just seeming.

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A certain satisfaction

has been granted us. Sure, we keep coming back

for more — that’s part of the ‘human’ aspect

of the parade. And there are darker regions

penciled in, that we should explore some time.

For now, it’s enough that this day is over.

It brought its load of freshness, dropped it off

and left. As for us, we’re still here, aren’t we?

A los 77, John Ashbery tiene un nuevo libro, Where Shall I Wander?, y el NY Times le dedica la pertinente rese