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Synopses & ReviewsPublisher Comments:<p>You meant more than life to me. I lived<br /> through you not knowing, not knowing I<br /> was living.<br /> I learned that you called for me. I came to<br /> where you were living, up a stair. There<br /> was no one there.<br /> No one to appreciate me. The legality of it<br /> upset a chair. Many times to celebrate<br /> we were called together and where<br /> we had been there was nothing there, <br /> nothing that is anywhere. We passed <br /> obliquely, <br /> leaving no stare. When the sun was done <br /> muttering, <br /> in an optimistic way, it was time to leave <br /> that there.<br /><br /> — from The New Higher Review:"This 23rd collection from Harold Bloom's favorite living American poet is a modestly scaled affair: it doesn't end with a grand long poem, which has become an Ashbery trademark since Rivers and Mountains, nor is it especially big like Can You Hear, Bird nor does it even contain many poems that extend more than three pages (the title poem, at seven pages, is the longest). The book as a whole takes the pleasures of games and makes of them poetic seductions; the adjective 'Ashberian' — part Joseph Cornell, part Henry James, part Close Encounters — is perhaps the only one possible to describe the work at this point: 'Another's narrative supplants the crawling/ stock-market quotes. Like all good things/ life tends to go on too long.../ Rains bathe the rainbow,/ and the shape of night is an empty cylinder,/ focused at us, urging its noncompliance/ closer along the way we chose to go.' Perhaps his secret is in providing us with the experience of terrible encounter in the comfort of our own poem, one that we can choose to occupy for years, even after discovering the beating heart under the floorboards." Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.) Synopsis:< p> You meant more than life to me. I lived< br /> through you not knowing, not knowing I< br /> was living.< br /> I learned that you called for me. I came to< br /> where you were living, up a stair. There< br /> was no one there.< br /> No one to appreciate me. The legality of it< br /> upset a chair. Many times to celebrate< br /> we were called together and where< br /> we had been there was nothing there, < br /> nothing that is anywhere. We passed < br /> obliquely, < br /> leaving no stare. When the sun was done < br /> muttering, < br /> in an optimistic way, it was time to leave < br /> that there.< br /> < br /> — from "The New Higher" Synopsis:You meant more than life to me. I lived through you not knowing, not knowing I was living. I learned that you called for me. I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there. No one to appreciate me. The legality of it upset a chair. Many times to celebrate we were called together and where we had been there was nothing there, nothing that is anywhere. We passed obliquely, leaving no stare. When the sun was done muttering, in an optimistic way, it was time to leave that there. — from "The New Higher" About the AuthorJohn Ashbery was born in Rochester, New York, in 1927. He is the author of more than twenty books of poetry, including Chinese Whispers; Your Name Here; Can You Hear, Bird; And the Stars Were Shining; Hotel Lautréamont; Flow Chart; Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror, which received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, the National Book Critics Circle Award, and the National Book Award; and Some Trees, which was selected by W. H. Auden for the Yale Younger Poets Series. Ashbery is Charles P. Stevenson, Jr., Professor of Languages and Literature at Bard College. He lives in New York. What Our Readers Are SayingBe the first to add a comment for a chance to win!Product Details
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