Hello! I have a friend's birthday coming up, and I'm looking for a poem to give to her. I'm looking for short-ish poems about celebration of life, being independent, etc.
In exchange, a lovely Frank O'Hara poem:
Now That I am in Madrid I Can Think Frank O'HaraI think of you
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Hey, so I just remembered an old poem I read a long time ago, probably on here, and all I remember about it was that it was about kittens and pierced ears. And the poet, or the speaker in the poem I guess I should say, gave the holes that got pierced out of ears to kittens. Or the kittens just got their hands on them somehow. Anyway, if anyone
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The eager note on my door said "Call me," call when you get in!" so I quickly threw a few tangerines into my overnight bag, straightened my eyelids and shoulders, and
headed straight for the door. It was autumn by the time I got around the corner, oh all unwilling to be either pertinent or bemused, but the leaves were
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It is next to my flesh, that’s why. I do what I want. And in the pale New Hampshire twilight a black bug sits in the blue, strumming its legs together. Mournful glass, and daisies closing. Hay swells in the nostrils. We shall go to the motorcycle races in Laconia and come back all calm and warm.