Poem by John Ashbery

The Hero

Whose face is this
So stiff against the blue trees,
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Lifted to the future
Because there is no end?
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But that has faded
Like flowers, like the first days
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Of good conduct. Visit
The strong man. Pinch him—
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There is no end to his
Dislike, the accurate one.

1. He
2. Paradoxes and Oxymorons
3. Abstentions
4. A Pastoral
5. Mottled Tuesday

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