and clapboard house in Hudson, New York, one has an eerie sense of déjà-vu. It's not that any of the objects or artworks on display appears in [John] Ashbery's poems. Rather, we feel we're inside the imaginative space from which the poems issue. One might have to go back to Pope's famous glass-encrusted grotto at Twickenham to find an environment so meticulously crafted to embody a poet's sensibility.from Rain Taxi: On the Inside Looking In
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