from Self Portrait in a Convex Mirror
A look of glass stops you
and you walk on, shaken: was I the perceived?
Did they notice me, this time, as I am,
Or is it postponed again?
John Ashbery
A look of glass stops you
and you walk on, shaken: was I the perceived?
Did they notice me, this time, as I am,
Or is it postponed again?
John Ashbery