Five Poems
John Ashbery, 7 September 1995
“... sucked with us into the vacuum-cleaner bag the open road is. Quick, tell me a story that I may repeat it with minor variations and the job be over. Rakes and shovels lean beside the open door this evening with a special lustre all their own, that they can’t know. And I, I was spirited away by a handsome enchanter to a medium-sized city not twenty ... ”