Radical Middle

John Constable, A View at Hampstead with Stormy Weather, ca. 1930.
"July 2 is the midpoint of the year—we’re 182 days into 2014 with 182 to go. This is obscurely depressing, although there is something neat about its falling on a Wednesday. It’s all downhill from here, you might say—although sometimes people use that expression as a positive, meaning smooth sailing, so take it as you will. Everyone finds New Year’s Day dreary. But summer, for all its promise of leisure and romance and ease, has an urgency that is sad in its own way. From the moment it starts, it’s on the wane—days ever shorter, relentlessly shifting sands in a Wizard of Oz–style hourglass. Outside my window, someone is actually playing 'Summertime' on a saxophone. He’s probably thinking that we are in New York in hot weather, and it is iconic. The pressure is immense. The high-pressure weather is stifling. Ashbery touched on it. 'Soonest Mended' is about much more than the mundane, although it conjures the mundane vividly. ..."
The Paris Review
Poetry Foundation: "Soonest Mended" By John Ashbery
Re-reading John Ashbery ("Soonest Mended")