Friday, February 14, 2020

The Clouds Act Bleakly by Frank O'Hara

The Clouds Act Bleakly

The clouds act bleakly
and when they can manage it,
crush someone's head in
without a sound of anger.
This is a brutal mystery.

We meet in the streets
with our hands in our pockets
and snarl guiltily at each other
as if we had flayed a cloud
or two in our salad days.

Lots of things do blame us;
and in moments when I forget
how cruel we really should be
I often have to bite my tongue
to keep from being guilty.

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