John Ashbery: "Lost Sonnet"
They grow up too fast
these days. Unassumingness
becomes unwieldy, the woods
a place to walk from briskly.
You say your cunning comportment
is artless? Well then so am I
for containing you, champ.
Your tracks are alive with new interest.
The trail always sees what’s up ahead . . .
From: Fiction & Poetry
Monday, 5 October, 2009
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