"Dandelion"

(Louis Zukofsky)

No blanch witloof handbound dry

heart to racks a comb

lion's-teeth thistlehead golden-hair earth nail

flower-clock up-by-pace dandle lion won't

dwarf lamb closes night season

its long year dumble-dor bumbles

cure wine blowball black fall's-berry

madding sun mixen seeded rebus

from "The Tennis Court Oath"

(John Ashbery)


....
to one in yon house
The doctor and Philip had come over the road
Turning in toward the corner of the wall his hat on
reading it carelessly as if to tell you your fears were justified
the blood shifted you know those walls
wind off the earth had made him shrink
undeniably an oboe now the young
were there there was candy
to decide the sharp edge of the garment
like a particular cry not intervening called the dog “he’s coming! he’s coming” with an emotion felt it sink into peace
there was no turning back but the end was in sight
he chose this moment to ask her in detail about her family and the others
The person. pleaded—“have more of these
not stripes on the tunic—or the porch chairs
will teach you about men—what it means”
to be one in a million pink stripe
and now could go away the three approached the doghouse
the reef. Your daughter’s
dream of my son understand prejudice
darkness in the hole
the patient finished
They could all go home now the hole was dark
lilacs blowing across his face glad he brought you