Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read.
Start by marking “April Galleons” as Want to Read:
April Galleons
Enlarge cover
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview

April Galleons

3.96  ·  Rating Details ·  110 Ratings  ·  8 Reviews
In this collection, first published in 1987, John Ashbery--"one of his generation's most gifted and eloquent poets" (Michuko Kakutani, "The New York Times")--offers some of his most intimate and direct poems. With breathtaking freshness, he writes of mutability, of the passage of time, and of growth, decay, and death as they are reflected in both ourselves and the changing ...more
Paperback, 96 pages
Published March 30th 1999 by Farrar Straus Giroux (first published 1987)
More Details... edit details

Friend Reviews

To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up.

Reader Q&A

To ask other readers questions about April Galleons, please sign up.

Be the first to ask a question about April Galleons

Community Reviews

(showing 1-30)
filter  |  sort: default (?)  |  Rating Details
Sep 11, 2007 Timothy rated it it was amazing
Dude, Ashbery could drink you under the table. And then write a fucked up persona poem about it. And it would be from the point of view of PORKY PIG. Man, wouldn't you feel stupid then? DO NOT TRY TO DRINK ASHBERY UNDER THE TABLE!
Mark Babcock
Sep 05, 2012 Mark Babcock rated it it was amazing
Slave ships were called Galleons. An alternate title might be Slaves To Spring. I especially like the poem As On Put Drunk Into the Packet Boat.
TQ-tip Shandy
Mar 02, 2010 TQ-tip Shandy rated it it was amazing
lyrical magic; observant wonder; the mind as a magician
I found there was not much to hold onto with these poems. About the middle, with Someone you have seen before there were a few good poems. These I could grasp firmly and enjoyed them more. Overall though, I oddly did like this collection better than Ashbery's previous book I read last month, A Wave. Attempting one more and if it doesn't grip me I'll stop there.
Terence Manleigh
Reading these poems is like making bedside conversation with an Alzheimer's patient. There are words, and they are arranged in the right order, but there is nothing sense, no intent, no engagement, no illumination. Ashbery is the worst kind of literary hoaxster.
Apr 14, 2010 C rated it liked it
Shelves: poetry, slow-moves, 2010
Ashbery exudes "goodness" and skill, but I couldn't slow myself down enough to really enjoy or absorb him. He's probably worth purchasing and musing through more slowly when I'm not as goal-oriented and ravenous.
Chad rated it liked it
Mar 16, 2008
Pandora rated it it was amazing
Jul 19, 2012
Grgry rated it liked it
Aug 27, 2012
José Miguel
José Miguel rated it it was amazing
Jun 12, 2014
Joseph Bienvenu
Joseph Bienvenu rated it liked it
Nov 25, 2008
Thom rated it liked it
Apr 19, 2010
Dara rated it it was amazing
May 14, 2010
Jack Chelgren
Jack Chelgren rated it really liked it
Aug 10, 2015
Rachel rated it it was amazing
Apr 26, 2017
Erin rated it liked it
Jul 27, 2008
Casey Anderson
Casey Anderson rated it really liked it
Jul 20, 2013
Jonathan rated it it was amazing
Mar 05, 2007
Bosy Antek
Bosy Antek rated it really liked it
Apr 25, 2014
Scott rated it really liked it
Jul 07, 2008
Andrew rated it liked it
Jun 13, 2007
Dale Houstman
Dale Houstman rated it it was amazing
Jun 04, 2013
Pedro Trevino
Pedro Trevino rated it it was amazing
Jul 07, 2010
Davidnathan rated it really liked it
Jan 19, 2011
Michael rated it it was amazing
Feb 27, 2009
Adam O'Neil
Adam O'Neil rated it it was ok
Mar 20, 2016
Dan La Bellarte
Dan La Bellarte rated it liked it
Jun 14, 2016
Michael rated it it was amazing
Sep 11, 2008
Brendan Lee
Brendan Lee rated it really liked it
Jul 06, 2016
« previous 1 3 4 next »
There are no discussion topics on this book yet. Be the first to start one »
John Ashbery was born in Rochester, New York, in 1927. He earned degrees from Harvard and Columbia, and he traveled as a Fulbright Scholar to France in 1955. Best known as a poet, he has published more than twenty collections, most recently A Worldly Country (Ecco, 2007). His Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (Viking, 1975) won the three major American prizes: the Pulitzer, the National Book Award, ...more
More about John Ashbery...

Share This Book

No trivia or quizzes yet. Add some now »

Ages passed slowly, like a load of hay,
As the flowers recited their lines
And pike stirred at the bottom of the pond.
The pen was cool to the touch.
The staircase swept upward
Through fragmented garlands, keeping the melancholy
Already distilled in letters of the alphabet.

It would be time for winter now, its spun-sugar
Palaces and also lines of care
At the mouth, pink smudges on the forehead and cheeks,
The color once known as "ashes of roses.-"
How many snakes and lizards shed their skins
For time to be passing on like this,
Sinking deeper in the sand as it wound toward
The conclusion. It had all been working so well and now,
Well, it just kind of came apart in the hand
As a change is voiced, sharp
As a fishhook in the throat, and decorative tears flowed
Past us into a basin called infinity.

There was no charge for anything, the gates
Had been left open intentionally.
Don't follow, you can have whatever it is.
And in some room someone examines his youth,
Finds it dry and hollow, porous to the touch...
O keep me with you, unless the outdoors
Embraces both of us, unites us, unless
The birdcatchers put away their twigs,
The fishermen haul in their sleek empty nets
And others become part of the immense crowd
Around this bonfire, a situation
That has come to mean us to us, and the crying
In the leaves is saved, the last silver drops.”
More quotes…