Download The Double Dream Of Spring Written By John Ashbery Shown In Hardcover

is among America's greatest poets, His work doesn't always hit but when it does it hits hard, Here are some powerful passages, first from "The Task":

I plan to stay here a little while
For these are moments only, moments of insight,
And there are reaches to be attained,
A last level of anxiety that melts
In becoming, like miles under the pilgrim's feet.

This, from "Variations, Calypso and Fugue on a Theme of Ella Wheeler Wilcox":

My youth was spent, underneath the trees
I always moved around with perfect ease
I voyaged to Paris at the age of ten
And met many prominent literary men
Gazing at the alps was quite a sight
I felt the tears flow forth with all their might
A climb to the Acropolis meant a lot to me
I had read the Greek philosophers you see
In the Colosseum I thought my heart would burst
Thinking of all the victims who had been there first
On Mount Aearat's side I began to grow
Remembering the Flood there, so long ago
On the banks of the Ganges I stood in mud
And watched the water light up like blood
The Great Wall of China is really a thrill
It cleaves through the air like a silver pill
It was built by the hand of man for good or ill
Showing what he can do when decides not to kill
But of all the sights that were seen by me
In the East or West, on land or sea,
The best was the place that is called HOME.

If either of these passages work for you, you'll probably like this volume of poetry, Another feeble, wonderful creature is making the rounds
again,
In this phraseology we become, as clouds like leaves
Fashion the internal structure of a season
From water into ice.
Such an abstract can be
Dazed waking of the words with no memory of what
happened before,
Waiting for the second click.

I dont get it Some of the most obscure poetry every to be penned, But some of the best! Just don't be surprised if you can't understand a poem on your fifth, tenth, or fiftieth try, It's normal. I don't normally enjoy poetry, but this book had been growing on me much like a poetic fungus "What do you make of this Just because a thing is immortal
Is that any reason to worship it Death, after all, is immortal.

But you have gone into your houses and shut the doors, meaning
There can be no further discussion, "
Some of Ashbery's most mystical, beautiful poetry is in this volume, I particularly love "Sunrise in Suburbia",

"Face to kiss and the wonderful hair curling down/Into margins that care and are swept up again like branches/Into actual closeness/And the little things that lighten the day/The kindness of acts long forgotten/Which give us history and faith/And parting at night, next to oceans, like the collapse of dying.
" These are amazing. Things like "It was Raining in the Capital" are so striking, There's a bit about messages and codes in these poems too, No sé si es el más accesible de Ashbery de los que he leído o si tan sólo me voy acostumbrando a su estilo puede que ambas cosas, me pareció menos difuso que the tennis court oath y más conciso que some trees, se nota más hilo en los poemas sin dejar de ser acefalamente ashberiano.
Bastante melancólico, aún para Ashbery, Lo amé. Nunca entendí nada. Tiene imágenes bien fuertes, Apocalíptico. John Ashberry is a verse werido and obscure as hell, but he is also glowing, brilliant, and slightly sweet, One of Ashbery's most important masterworks: Widely studied, critically admired, and essential to understanding one of the modern era's most revolutionary poets

The Double Dream of Spring, originally published in, followed the critical success of John Ashbery's National Book Awardnominated collection Rivers and Mountains and introduced the signature voicereflective, acute, and attuned to modern language as it is spokenthat just a few years later would carry Ashbery's Pulitzer Prizewinning masterpiece SelfPortrait in a Convex Mirror.
Ashbery fans and lovers of modern poetry alike will recognize here some of the century's most anthologized and critically admired works of poetry, including "Soonest Mended," "Decoy," "Sunrise in Suburbia," "Evening in the Country," the achingly beautiful long poem "Fragment," and Ashbery's socalled Popeye poem, the mordant and witty "Farm Implements and Rutabagas in a Landscape.
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The Double Dream of Spring helped cement Ashbery's reputation as a mustread American poet, and no library of modern poetry is complete without it.
Much like "some trees" this collection ofpoems is uneven with a handful being really good and the others not so much, Highlights "soonest mended" "summer" "song" "the double dream of spring" "rural objects" "years of indiscretion" "some words" and "clouds", Una amiga de clubes de lectura, una vez contó que los libros le gustaban de acuerdo al estado de ánimo con el que los leía si le tocaban alguna fibra o podía sentirse parte de su vida esa lectura.
Y la poesía pareciese ser el mejor acercamiento a esa definición Ashbery lo he leído en un momento en la que la inseguridad de todo, es el tónico diario.
Son poemas breves, otros largos, pero que no tienen ningún sentido entre sí al parecer, que su único conector es la pluma del autor, pero que finalmente van debelando que los pensamientos que aquí se versan son como ocurren a diario, sin conexiones aparentes pero que son parte de una sola vida.
Poemas que tratan sobre el olvido, otros sobre la magnitud de un atardecer, como la primavera a veces llega en los peores momentos e incluso la adivinación mediante escoger un verso de Virgilio.
. . y así, la miscelaniedad de la vida misma, Es una lectura que permite ir ordenando esos pensamiento por medio de la melodía de sus versos,

“Pero todo lo bueno se acaba, de modo que uno debe/adentrarse, . . /en el espacio dejado por sus propias conclusiones, Es eso/envejecer” “Les decía Hola a los otros niños y ellos le contestaban Hola, Qué estupenda pandilla. ” “serás el pastor cuyo pero se ha escapado/sabrás menos de dónde proviene tu desventura/que lo que sabes del momento exacto en que tu/aburrimiento brotó por vez primera.
” “Pero, por qué tiene el presente que parecer tan/particularmente urgente “porque detenerse aún significa la muerte, y la vida/continúa/continúa su camino hacia la muerte.
Pero a veces la vida/también consiste en detenerse, ” Articulating thoughts is kinda hard, but five fo sho, Instead, I'll just leave an excerpt from his "French Poems" featured in this work:

Ptof French Poems

“Simple, the trees placed on the landscape
Like sheaves of wheat that someone might have left there.

The manure of vanished horses, the stones that imitate it,
Everything speaks of the heavens, which created this scene
For our position alone.


Now, in associating oneself too strictly with the trajectories of things
One loses that sublime hope made of the light that sprinkles the trees.

For each progress is negation, of movement and in particular of number,
This number having lost its describable fineness,
Everything must be perceived as infinite quantities of things,

Everything is landscape
Perspectives of cliffs beaten by innumerable waves,
More wheat fields than you can count, forests
With disappearing paths, stone towers
And finally and above all the great urban centers, with
Their office buildings and populations, at the center of which
We live our lives, made up of a great quantity of isolated instants
So as to be lost at the heart of a multitude of things.
” “Soonest Mended” and “Evening in the Country” are so good, Obscurity doesn't necessarily add depth, Perhaps Ashbery worked to make his poetry opaque to criticism, but that very opacity had just the opposite effect, where long poems like "The Fragment" have since generated thousands

of pages of theories on form, meaning, and intent by a veritable battalion of esteemed academics.


Despite these reams of textual interrogation, I find the level of abstraction if not experimentation on the page to wash away meaning and enjoyment along with perspective and context.
I feel as if Ashbery is playing a game with the reader, and by the end of this volume which isn't devoid of interest, especially to see the prismatic way that his readings/translations enter into dialogue with his own work, I'm ready to concede defeat.
Nailing down consciousness is a bit like trying to catch a fish in a stream with your bare hands, Few writers succeed in rendering the effort as well as Ashbery, As I pursued my bodily functions, wanting
Neither fire nor water,
Vibrating to the distant pinch
And turning out the way I am, turning out to greet you.
Very challenging stuff, and I was impressed by the fact that the poet did not have to resort to verbal pyrotechnics such as coining neologisms or invoking obscure vocabulary in order to create an atmosphere wherein the reader thinks a clear sense lay just around the next comma, or in the next line, only to find that, no, we are now off somewhere else.
For those who like their poetry to have a message or a clear meaning, this will be an endlessly frustrating read, For those who enjoy the music of language and read poetry as a sort of Zen koan for the mind i, e. , something designed to frustrate attempts to fix meaning and thereby to liberate from conventional or habitual patterns of thought, this is a winner, This was our ambition: to be small and clear and free,
Alas, the summers energy wanes quickly,
A moment and it is gone, And no longer
May we make the necessary arrangements, simple as they are,
Our star was brighter perhaps when it had water in it,
Now there is no question even of that, but only
Of holding on to the hard earth so as not to get thrown off,
With an occasional dream, a vision: a robin flies across
The upper corner of the window, you brush your hair away
And cannot quite see, or a wound will flash
Against the sweet faces of the others, something like:
This is what you wanted to hear, so why
Did you think of listening to something else We are all talkers
It is true, but underneath the talk lies
The moving and not wanting to be moved, the loose
Meaning, untidy and simple like a threshing floor.
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John Ashbery was born in Rochester, New York, in, He earned degrees from Harvard and Columbia, and he traveled as a Fulbright Scholar to France in, Best known as a poet, he has published than twenty collections, most recently A Worldly Country Ecco,, His Self Portrait in a Convex Mirror Viking,won the three major American prizes: the Pulitzer, the National Book Award, and the National Book Critics Circle Award, and an early book, Some Trees, was selected by W.
H. Auden for the Yale Younger Poets Series, He has served as executive editor of Art News and as the art critic for New York magazine and Newsweek, A member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters and the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, he serv John Ashbery was born in Rochester, New York, in.
He earned degrees from Harvard and Columbia, and he traveled as a Fulbright Scholar to France in, Best known as a poet, he has published than twenty collections, most recently A Worldly Country Ecco,, His Self Portrait in a Convex Mirror Viking,won the three major American prizes: the Pulitzer, the National Book Award, and the National Book Critics Circle Award, and an early book, Some Trees, was selected by W.
H. Auden for the Yale Younger Poets Series, He has served as executive editor of Art News and as the art critic for New York magazine and Newsweek, A member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters and the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, he served as Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets fromto.
The winner of many prizes and awards, both nationally and internationally, he has received two Guggenheim Fellowships and was a MacArthur Fellow fromto.
His work has been translated into than twenty languages, He lives in New York, and sincehe has been the Charles P, Stevenson Jr. Professor of Languages and Literature at Bard, sitelink.