Therefore bivouac we On this great, blond highway, unimpeded by Veiled scruples, worn conundrums. Morning is Impermanent. Grab sex things, swing up Over the horizon like a boy On a fishing expedition.
John AshberySomewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night.
John AshberyMuch that is beautiful must be discarded So that we may resemble a taller Impression of ourselves.
John Ashbery