The sun tells he should look up
But the poet squints at the sun.

Looking up causes such sprain.
May  sun disappear in the hills.

He may look down more often
At earth, where poems are dust.

(reading O’Hara’s poem A True Account of Talking To The Sun on Fire Island)

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