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This poem is taken from PN Review 46, Volume 12 Number 2, November - December 1985.

Two Poems John Ashbery

RAILROAD BRIDGE

My relatives asked me over. Because I know
How everything is always becoming a lot of things,
Then a few one can keep track of
And they become more bored and trivial
Until the main issue lies sincere again,
Sweet as spring.

The problem then is the high readability.
She knew how to go. He was interested
In some arts project. Listening to a Sunday
Afternoon philharmonic concert amid tulips
And freesias, you get right out of it,
Right off the page. The reader is reading your brain,
That fluid but even surface. No scar
Resolves it. From pentamenti to waste water
All the subjects have been scanned.
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