Παρασκευή, 11 Ιουλίου 2008

Late Echo...by John Ashbery (η πρώτη στροφή)


Alone with our madness and favorite flower
We see that there really is nothing left to write about.
Or rather, it is necessary to write about the same old things
In the same way, repeating the same things over and over
For love to continue and be gradually different.

from As We Know (1979)