Hudson: A gloom one knows. Dining room.
"Some poets invite us into their homes. W. B. Yeats’s Thoor Ballylee and Robinson Jeffers’s Tor House figure prominently in their poetry while remaining coldly majestic edifices. Not so Gertrude Stein’s Paris apartment, whose rooms and objects spark the verbal fireworks of 'Tender Buttons,' or W. H. Auden’s Kirchstetten cottage, lovingly displayed from bathroom to attic in 'Thanksgiving for a Habitat.' James Merrill’s Stonington residence plays an intimate role in his work, especially the flame-colored salon in which the poet and his partner contacted the spirit world. ... John Ashbery is not exactly that kind of poet. His poems contain little in the way of conventional description. ...”
Hudson: Much has been said about Ashbery's fondness for conjoining specimens of high and pop culture—Ariosto and Happy Hooligan, Milton and Daffy Duck. Upstairs sitting room.
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