The Cost of Sleep.

Author:Ashbery, John
Position:FOUR POEMS - Poem
 
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Jarred by thought's boomerang yon waken on an open hillside. This is what it means to be opposed, alert. A tray of lead curios at his side means not to interrupt, but as so often leaves its vines in dust where students can ransom them. Here, this is what I meant. Like shoe-pretty. Apparently that's how they measure them, cats in their underwear, as though nothing before had mattered and never will. I'm sure others have had these ideas; nay, too many others tomorrow will want to sign on again for the full bill of goods. It's not as often as you think earth...

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