Poem of the Day
Hi, I’m me—
It has become glaringly absurd
this hunt for me
believing that when I was
hunted down
I’d find not only me
but a whole herd
past me’s, future me’s
the whole cart load
and all the years
and where have I gotten to
in this point of time
this isn’t the same mirror
I gazed into years ago
It’s the mirror that changes
not poor Gregory
Hey, in life
Where I went, I went
Where I stopped, I stopped
Where I spoke, I spoke
What I listened, I listened
What I ate, I ate
What I loved, I loved
But what about
where I went, I did not go
where I stopped, I moved on
when I spoke, I listened
when I listened, I spoke
when I fasted, I ate
and when I loved…
I did not want to hate
Now I see people
as police see them
I also see nuns the same way
I see hare-krishnas
Ain’t got no agent
can’t see poets having agents
Yet Ginsy, Ferl, have one
and make lots of money by them
and fame too
Maybe I should get an agent?
Wow!
No way, Gregory, stay
close to the poem!!!
- Poet Talking to Himself in the Mirror, Gregory Corso
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