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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!
Imagine!
~~~~
From Selected Poems of Frank O’Hara (Knopf, 2009).
Frank” O’Hara (1926 – 1966) was an American writer, poet, and art critic. A curator at the Museum of Modern Art, O’Hara became prominent in New York City’s art world. O’Hara is regarded as a leading figure in the New York School, an informal group of artists, writers, and musicians who drew inspiration from jazz, surrealism, abstract expressionism, action painting, and contemporary avant-garde art movements. (bio adapted from Wiki)
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It is indeed a miracle for poet, readers, and founder of this site, indeed a miracle for any and all of us to be here!
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Yes, a miracle that we have this time together to raise our voices and sing.
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I’ve loved this poem for years and used to use it in my poetry workshops with nine and ten year olds. They loved it too! Thank you for posting this. A joyous respite from the news.
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I’ve loved this poem for years as well. It gives me joy and hope. Eventually Trump, Putin, Netanyahu and the other fascists will be gone and what will remain is song.
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