Two Poems
John Ashbery, 31 July 2008
“... ass-wearing blokes eager to accept the hand that fate had dealt us and play with it. Now, brown sorrow is the correct livery for when we go out. It’s important to find a copy of the reproduction and send or sell it back to them, ‘and with milk’. That was the nicest thing about them, happy birthday. For it you got a mandate? Because I like it ... ”