Ashbery, today.

And I sing amid despair and isolation
Of the chance to know you, to sing of me
Which are you. You see,
You hold me up to the light in a way
I should never have expected, or suspected, perhaps
Because you always tell me I am you,
And right.

– John Ashbery

— 92Y Poetry Center (@92YPoetry) December 12, 2017