Autobiographia Literaria by Frank O’Hara
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Listen: haven’t you always been alone, and haven’t you always been okay with that? Because it is what it is: people are together alone, or are they alone together?
But listen: poetry offers you a space to be, and a space to be here, and maybe right now that’s what matters.
Listen: these poems are where everything started—the creation of your languaged self! And how astonishing. How right. How true.
When I was a child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
I hated dolls and I
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
If anyone was looking
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out “I am
And here I am, the
center of all beauty!
writing these poems!
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This poem appeared in The Selected Poems of Frank O’Hara, edited by Donald Allen, published by Vintage Books, 1974. Shared here with profound gratitude.
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