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Thrill of a Romance

It''s different when you have hiccups.
Everything is—so many glad hands competing
for your attention, a scarf, a puff of soot,
or just a blast of silence from a radio.
What is it? That''s for you to learn
to your dismay when, at the end of a long queue
in the cafeteria, tray in hand, they tell you the gate closed down
after the Second World War. Syracuse was declared capital
of a nation in malaise, but the directorate
had other, hidden goals. To proclaim logic
a casualty of truth was one.

Everyone''s solitude (and resulting promiscuity)
perfumed the byways of villages we had thought civilized.
I saw you waiting for a streetcar and pressed forward.
Alas, you were only a child in armor. Now when ribald toasts
sail round a table too fair laid out, why the consequences
are only dust, disease and old age. Pleasant memories
are just that. So I chann

A Worldly Country

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    A Paperback / softback by John Ashbery

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      Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Inc
      Publication Date: Publication Date: 05/02/2008
      ISBN13: 9780061173844, 978-0061173844
      ISBN10: 0061173843

      Description

      Book Synopsis

      Thrill of a Romance

      It''s different when you have hiccups.
      Everything is—so many glad hands competing
      for your attention, a scarf, a puff of soot,
      or just a blast of silence from a radio.
      What is it? That''s for you to learn
      to your dismay when, at the end of a long queue
      in the cafeteria, tray in hand, they tell you the gate closed down
      after the Second World War. Syracuse was declared capital
      of a nation in malaise, but the directorate
      had other, hidden goals. To proclaim logic
      a casualty of truth was one.

      Everyone''s solitude (and resulting promiscuity)
      perfumed the byways of villages we had thought civilized.
      I saw you waiting for a streetcar and pressed forward.
      Alas, you were only a child in armor. Now when ribald toasts
      sail round a table too fair laid out, why the consequences
      are only dust, disease and old age. Pleasant memories
      are just that. So I chann

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