I can't live in this world
And I refuse to kill myself
Or let you kill me.
The dill plant lives, the airplane
My alarm clock, this ink
I won't go away
I shall be myself -
Free, a genius, an embarrassment
Like the Indian, the buffalo
Like Yellowstone National Park.
Philip Whalen (1923-2002)
Hung on the wall in my livingroom/kitchen is a framed broadside of this poem. One of my favorites!
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