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Ashbery: “The Skaters,” first typescript, page 42

 And stooped to pick
a tiny, yellow flower. 


You see, though you thought I was in love with you
I actually gave you the worst mark on the test.

Winter with its discouragement XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXdele
Shifts the scene   XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXdele

His great-grandfather studied with d'Indy at the Schola Cantorum.dele

A sound of peeing interrupted by cornflowers

There is perfection in the feeling that I might have died.

It is the property to be lifted again
Alive with rebuttaldele
In itself a clever context, and cold fringe
To be gotten got out of the shadow, a hole.dele

In the April rain, little to distinguish--
The outline of the blockhouse
Its steps nothing more than wood splinters.

Peaches are darkening on the western wall
Of Tee Hee Palace.
The sun has rested there too long.

Only a XX sobbing--, certain note--dele
Breathes, in the transparent, deafening flood.

Only a little discontinuity
In space, the mother of distance.

Extending your lives into a kind of penumbra.

The trout are circling under water--

How cold and dismal is your hospital,dele
How beautiful and silent the gray walls of that clinic!dele

Past Masters of eloquencedele
Glisten on the pages of your book
Like mountains veiled by water or the sky.
You can disappear into the moment.

You were happy in that prison
Next to the sea where slow boats come and godele
By the land XXXXXXXXXXXX Or over the land, checkered with prosperity and strife.dele
To know how to get out of There, how to breathe.dele
In another sense it is quiet i  XX and beautifuldele

Heads in hands, waterwfall of simplicitydele
The delta of living in into everythingdele
Childhood, death and old agedele
Are upon usdele