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		<title>Farm Implements and Rutabagas in a Landscape &#8211; John Ashbery</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The first of the undecoded messages read: &#8220;Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From livid curtain&#8217;s hue, a tangram emerges: a country.&#8221; Meanwhile the Sea Hag was relaxing on a green couch: &#8220;How pleasant To spend one&#8217;s vacation en la casa de Popeye,&#8221; she scratched Her cleft chin&#8217;s solitary [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The first of the undecoded messages read: &#8220;Popeye sits in thunder,<br />
Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment,<br />
From livid curtain&#8217;s hue, a tangram emerges: a country.&#8221;<br />
Meanwhile the Sea Hag was relaxing on a green couch: &#8220;How pleasant<br />
To spend one&#8217;s vacation en la casa de Popeye,&#8221; she scratched<br />
Her cleft chin&#8217;s solitary hair. She remembered spinach</p>
<p>And was going to ask Wimpy if he had bought any spinach.<br />
&#8220;M&#8217;love,&#8221; he intercepted, &#8220;the plains are decked out in thunder<br />
Today, and it shall be as you wish.&#8221; He scratched<br />
The part of his head under his hat. The apartment<br />
Seemed to grow smaller. &#8220;But what if no pleasant<br />
Inspiration plunge us now to the stars? For this is my country.&#8221;</p>
<p>Suddenly they remembered how it was cheaper in the country.<br />
Wimpy was thoughtfully cutting open a number 2 can of spinach<br />
When the door opened and Swee&#8217;pea crept in. &#8220;How pleasant!&#8221;<br />
But Swee&#8217;pea looked morose. A note was pinned to his bib. &#8220;Thunder<br />
And tears are unavailing,&#8221; it read. &#8220;Henceforth shall Popeye&#8217;s apartment<br />
Be but remembered space, toxic or salubrious, whole or scratched.&#8221;</p>
<p>Olive came hurtling through the window; its geraniums scratched<br />
Her long thigh. &#8220;I have news!&#8221; she gasped. &#8220;Popeye, forced as you /<br />
know to flee the country<br />
One musty gusty evening, by the schemes of his wizened, duplicate /<br />
father, jealous of the apartment<br />
And all that it contains, myself and spinach<br />
In particular, heaves bolts of loving thunder<br />
At his own astonished becoming, rupturing the pleasant</p>
<p>Arpeggio of our years. No more shall pleasant<br />
Rays of the sun refresh your sense of growing old, nor the scratched<br />
Tree-trunks and mossy foliage, only immaculate darkness and thunder.&#8221;<br />
She grabbed Swee&#8217;pea. &#8220;I&#8217;m taking the brat to the country.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;But you can&#8217;t do that&#8211;he hasn&#8217;t even finished his spinach,&#8221;<br />
Urged the Sea Hag, looking fearfully around at the apartment.</p>
<p>But Olive was already out of earshot. Now the apartment<br />
Succumbed to a strange new hush. &#8220;Actually it&#8217;s quite pleasant<br />
Here,&#8221; thought the Sea Hag. &#8220;If this is all we need fear from spinach<br />
Then I don&#8217;t mind so much. Perhaps we could invite Alice the Goon over&#8221; /<br />
&#8211;she scratched<br />
One dug pensively&#8211;&#8221;but Wimpy is such a country<br />
Bumpkin, always burping like that.&#8221; Minute at first, the thunder</p>
<p>Soon filled the apartment. It was domestic thunder,<br />
The color of spinach. Popeye chuckled and scratched<br />
His balls: it sure was pleasant to spend a day in the country.</p>
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