Autobiographica Literaria

Frank O'Hara

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

all flew away.

If anyone called for me

I hid behind a tree and

cried out,

"I am an orphan!"

Now here I am

the center of all beauty

writing these poems,

Imagine!