Five Poems
John Ashbery, 7 September 1995
“... to see what all the fuss was about, whether it was something they could be part of sans affront to self-esteem. And those temple hyenas who had seen enough, nostrils aflare, fur backing up in the breeze, were no place you could count on having taken a proverbial powder as rifle butts received another notch. I, meanwhile ... I was going to say I had squandered ... ”