Light rain is falling in Central Park
but not on Upper Fifth Avenue or Central Park West
where sun and sky are yellow and blue
Winds are gusting on Washington Square
through the arches and on to LaGuardia Place
but calm is the corner of 8th Street and Second Avenue
which reminds me of something John Ashbery said
about his poem “Crazy Weather” he said
he was in favor of all kinds of weather
just so long as it’s genuine weather
which is always unusually bad, unusually
good, or unusually indifferent,
since there isn’t really any norm for weather
When he was a boy his mother met a friend
who said, “Isn’t this funny weather?”
It was one of his earliest memories
The title of the poem is very hilarious! Most especially in the Philippines because number 23 is really something for us. hahaha And another good thing about it is that the meaning of the poem is quite connected to number 23. Ika nga, magbre-break din kayo sa 23.
My birthday is February 23 and I really enjoyed the poem. I felt like it was sort of about life- how it always changes, and can be different any given day, but you just have to deal with what you get. The weather can be funny, like anything else.
hey your right about this poem i was born the day you named the poem. i was born on feb.23
see you later