The Evil (Le Mal)
There was the door like a saw
There were the forces of the walls
the boredom without a subject
The complacent floor
Turned toward the rejected winning face of the die
There were the broken windows
The wind's dramatic flesh tore itself on them
There were the many-shaped colors
The frontiers of the marshes
The everyday weather
In an abandoned room a defeated room
An empty room.
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| John Ashbery, Paris, 1959. Photo by Walter Silver |