A poem for the first 30 years
The beginning of "Personal," by Tony Hoagland.
Don't take it personal, they said;
but I did, I took it all quite personal–the breeze and the river and the color of the fields;
the price of grapefruit and stamps,the wet hair of women in the rain–
And I cursed what hurt meand I praised what gave me joy,
the most simple-minded of possible responses.
July 4th, 2010 at 6:02 PM
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