un poema algo esperanzador ante la catástrofe, del poeta muerto john ashbery

AMID MOUNTING EVIDENCE

I was reading about dinosaurs:

Once the scratching phase is over, and the mirage

Or menage has begun, and the world lies open

To the radiation theory (tons of radiation, think of it,

Reversing all normal procedures

So that the pessimistic ball of wax begins

To slide down the inclined plane again

Bringing further concepts to their doom while encouraging

The infinity of loose ends that

Is taking over our government and threatening to become life

  as we know it!)

It is time to slink off to one’s post in some cold desert

(Not the Sahara, more like the Gobi actually)

And wait amidst that sadness known as banishment

For the point to reappear, though it may never do so,

And what was that strange uniform?

Only that we lived happily in ever-after land

And the fire of my mind was still with us then

Prevented the object of these negotiations from becoming a

   toy

Farther down the keyboard (and of course this did happen

Later on, every potential is realized if one waits long enough

Only by that time the context may have faded, fragile

As summersweet or the light on a windowsill, and then,

And then, why the text will be seen as regular

Only no one wants to play anymore; games

Have their fashions much as truth does) and our lives from

Being turned into a shambles too large to deal with,

  unreasonable;

And as masonry weathers, as moths are silently at work in

  blankets

Even as you read this, I saw no reason for complaint

Or murmur and the entourage liked me, agreeing

With me that this wasn’t the right time nor place,

That arguments would be foreshortened if initiated now.

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Yet this toothache that never seems to go away.