ANIMALS
Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth
it's no use worrying about Time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners
the whole pasture looked like our meal
we didn't need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water
I wouldn't want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days
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3 comments:
This is Frank O'Hara, right? Not all his poetry is wholesome, but this is beautiful. My father used to read his work. I like your blog.
I read this in a novel somewhere. I love the sentimentality, like Dickinson and Thoreau.
Sweet poem! "O you were the best of all my days" !
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