John Ashbery - What is Poetry? lyrics

The medieval town, with frieze Of boy scouts from Nagoya? The snow That came when we wanted it to snow? Beautiful images? Trying to avoid Ideas, as in this poem? But we Go back to them as to a wife, leaving The mistress we desire? Now they Will have to believe it As we believed it. In school All the thought got combed out: What was left was like a field. Shut your eyes, and you can feel it for miles around. Now open them on a thin vertical path. It might give us--what?--some flowers soon?