And leaving in a great smoky fury
of his loved ones, he sailed
backwards to Europe discovering islands,
the pale ones and the ones like
elephants and those like pearls.
But the trees shall stand never
so high as in his native land!
they hoped, but he found ruins and
aqueducts and fountains, and loved them.
-- Frank O'Hara
Frank O'Hara
Wednesday, June 29
[And Leaving In a Great Smoky Fury]
Posted by rb at 6/29/2011