The first typescript

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Ashbery: “The Skaters,” first typescript, page 49

It was caught in strings,
A "public instruction."
How far from the usual statement
About time, ice--the weather itself had gone.

The day was gloves.

I think there is a funny sandbar
Your face's milk Use at 
Beyond the old boardwalk end ofdele
Your intrigue makes you understand. IV  

The captain's sigh.

I've enjoyed having them and
No dishonor black uncorked

To you, an earlier litigation
Wind hard in the tops
Of the committee laying wreaths
Pointing down the story, unsung and ungathered,
A seal on that day's comics.