Poem
[A blue anchor grains of grit in a tall sky sewing]
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John Ashbery
A blue anchor grains of grit in a tall sky sewing
I inch and only sometimes as far as the twisted pole gone in spare colors
Too late the last express passes through the dust of gardens
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