And I sing amid despair and isolationOf the chance to know you, to sing of meWhich are you. You see,You hold me up to the light in a wayI should never have expected, or suspected, perhapsBecause you always tell me I am you,And right. – John Ashbery — 92Y Poetry Center (@92YPoetry) December 12, 2017
Day: December 12, 2017
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