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Poetry Friday: Summer by John Ashbery

August 3rd, 2007 (06:46 am)
awake

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: Honey by Bonnie McKee

There is that sound like the wind
Forgetting in the branches that means something
Nobody can translate. And there is the sobering "later on,"
When you consider what a thing meant, and put it down.

-- from Summer by John Ashbery