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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392806" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A True Account of Talking to the Sun on Fire Island</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Sun woke me this morning loud <br>and clear, saying "Hey! I've been <br>trying to wake you up for fifteen <br>minutes. Don't be so rude, you are <br>only the second poet I've ever chosen <br>to speak to personally</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so why<br>aren't you more attentive? If I could <br>burn you through the window I would <br>to wake you up. I can't hang around <br>here all day."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Sorry, Sun, I stayed<br>up late last night talking to Hal."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"When I woke up Mayakovsky he was <br>a lot more prompt" the Sun said <br>petulantly. "Most people are up <br>already waiting to see if I'm going <br>to put in an appearance."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tried<br>to apologize "I missed you yesterday."<br>"That's better" he said. "I didn't <br>know you'd come out." "You may be <br>wondering why I've come so close?" <br>"Yes" I said beginning to feel hot <br>wondering if maybe he wasn't burning me <br>anyway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Frankly I wanted to tell you <br>I like your poetry. I see a lot <br>on my rounds and you're okay. You may <br>not be the greatest thing on earth, but <br>you're different. Now, I've heard some <br>say you're crazy, they being excessively <br>calm themselves to my mind, and other <br>crazy poets think that you're a boring <br>reactionary. Not me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Just keep on <br>like I do and pay no attention. You'll <br>find that people always will complain <br>about the atmosphere, either too hot <br>or too cold too bright or too dark, days<br>too short or too long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you don't appear<br>at all one day they think you're lazy<br>or dead. Just keep right on, I like it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And don't worry about your lineage <br>poetic or natural. The Sun shines on <br>the jungle, you know, on the tundra <br>the sea, the ghetto. Wherever you were <br>I knew it and saw you moving. I was waiting <br>for you to get to work.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And now that you <br>are making your own days, so to speak, <br>even if no one reads you but me <br>you won't be depressed. Not <br>everyone can look up, even at me. It <br>hurts their eyes."<br> "Oh Sun, I'm so grateful to you!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Thanks and remember I'm watching. It's <br>easier for me to speak to you out <br>here. I don't have to slide down <br>between buildings to get your ear. <br>I know you love Manhattan, but <br>you ought to look up more often.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And<br>always embrace things, people earth <br>sky stars, as I do, freely and with <br>the appropriate sense of space. That <br>is your inclination, known in the heavens <br>and you should follow it to hell, if <br>necessary, which I doubt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Maybe we'll <br>speak again in Africa, of which I too <br>am specially fond. Go back to sleep now <br>Frank, and I may leave a tiny poem <br>in that brain of yours as my farewell."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Sun, don't go!" I was awake<br>at last. "No, go I must, they're calling<br>me."<br> "Who are they?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Rising he said "Some<br>day you'll know. They're calling to you<br>too." Darkly he rose, and then I slept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+O%27Hara">Frank O'Hara</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392806" data-title="A True Account of Talking to the Sun on Fire Island de Frank O'Hara" data-description="The Sun woke me this morning loud and clear, saying "Hey! I've been trying to wake you up for fifteen minutes. Don't be so rude, you are only the second poet I've ever chosen to speak to personally so why aren't you more attentive? If I..."></div> </div> </div>
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