Wake Up!

Good morning! It's Poetry Friday! Last week I wrote ad nauseam about the moon. Now let's talk a little about the sun shall we? Today's poem is A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island by Frank O'Hara. I've always loved this poem. It's so light and fun and then it takes a turn at the end and becomes dark, ominous, and mysterious. I just love it when poems do that. There is a bit of controversy surrounding the authorship of this poem. Some find it a little too prophetic at the end. You see, poor Frank was run down by a dune buggy at Fire Island and this poem was found after his death. So while most do attribute it to O'Hara, some think that it might have been penned by Kenneth Koch. However, if you ask me, it has Christopher Marlowe written all over it.

A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island by Frank O'Hara