PoemAutobiographia Literaria
Author / PoetFrank O’Hara
TagsChildhood, Poetry, Solitude, Transformation

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!

Frank O’Hara
Frank O’Hara
27 Mar 1926 - 25 Jul 1966
Region: North America
Period: Contemporary
Movement: New York School
Awards: National Book Award

more poems by Frank O’Hara

Poem NameTopic
1951Anxiety, City, Night
MorningLoneliness, Love, Nature
A Quiet PoemMusic, Perception, Reflection
Lines For The Fortune CookiesHumor, Individuality, Irony
Hate Is Only One Of Many ResponsesFilth, Hate, Meanness

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