John Ashbery
[Poet and critic, b. 1927, Rochester, New York, d. 2017, Hudson, New York.]

 For although memories, of a season, for example,
Melt into a single snapshot, one cannot guard, treasure
That stalled moment. It too is flowing, fleeting;?
It is a picture of flowing, scenery, though living, mortal,
Over which an abstract action is laid out in blunt,?
Harsh strokes.?  
 I feel the carousel starting slowly?
And going faster and faster: desk, papers, books,?
Photographs of friends, the window and the trees?
Merging in one neutral band that surrounds?
Me on all sides, everywhere I look.?