Thursday, July 22, 2021

1067. Autobiographia Literaria - Frank O'Hara

 When I was a child

I played by myself in a

corner of the schoolyard

all alone.


I hated dolls and I

hated games, animals were

not friendly and birds

flew away.


If anyone was looking

for me I hid behind a

tree and cried out “I am

an Orphan.”


And here I am, the

center of all beauty!

writing these poems!

Imagine!

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