Five Poems
John Ashbery, 7 September 1995
“... notch. I, meanwhile ... I was going to say I had squandered spring when summer came along and took it from me like a terrier a lady has asked one to hold for a moment while she adjusts her stocking in the mirror of a weighing machine. But here it is winter, and wrong to speak of other seasons as though they exist. Time only has an agenda in that wallet at ... ”