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My Love and the Catfish: Some Thoughts on John Ashbery’s Rivers and Mountains

Contrasts—gray and light, dullness and color, interior and exterior, map and landscape, foreboding and acquiescence, rocks and water, movement and stillness–fill the twelve poems of Rivers and Mountains, displayed in odd and sometimes disturbing pairs and phrases: useless love; tender … Continue reading

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