Thursday, August 8, 2019

Autobiographia Literaria by Frank O'Hara

Autobiographia Literaria
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!

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