... the first step of the terrible journey toward feeling somebody should act, that ends in utter confusion and hopelessness, east of the sun and west of the moon.
John AshberySomewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night.
John AshberyIn the increasingly convincing darkness The words become palpable, like a fruit That is too beautiful to eat.
John AshberyHow many people came and stayed a certain time, Uttered light or dark speech that became part of you Like light behind windblown fog and sand Filtered and influenced by it, until no part Remains that is surely you.
John Ashbery