Author: John Ashbery

Cited by

• Henry Louis Gates (1)
  • IN: Black Literature & Literary Theory (1984) American fiction, African fiction (English), American
    EPIGRAPH: The canons are falling One by one
    FROM: The Tomb of Stuart Merrill, (1975), Poem, US
• Philip Pullman (2)
  • IN: The Amber Spyglass (2000) Fiction, Fantasy Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living. The night is cold and delicate and full of angels Pouding down the living. The factories are all lit up. The chime goes unheard. We are together at last, though far apart.
    FROM: "The Ecclesiast", (1966), Poem, US
• Jonathan Carroll (1)
  • IN: Voice of our Shadow (1983) Fiction, Speculative fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A look of glass stops you And you walk on shaken: was I the perceived? Did they notice me, this time, as I am, Or is it postponed again?
    FROM: As One Put Drunk into the Packet Boat, (1975), Poem, US
• Rebecca Lee (2)
  • IN: Bobcat (2013) Fiction, Short Stories, American
    EPIGRAPH: Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night, Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through Narrow passes. But will he know where to find you, Recognize you when he sees you, Give you the thing he has for you?
    FROM: At North Farm, (1981), Poem, US
  • IN: Bobcat and other Stories (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, travelling day and night, Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through Narrow passes. But will he know where to find you, Recognize you when he sees you, Give you the thing he has for you?
    FROM: "Two Scenes", (1956), Poem, US
• Jim Krusoe (1)
  • IN: Toward You (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night, through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through narrow passes. But will he know where to find you, Recognize you when he sees you, Give you the thing he has for you?
    FROM: At North Farm, (1984), Poem, US