Kenneth Koch was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, on February 27, 1925. He studied at Harvard University, where he received his Bachelor of Arts degree, and ..
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There is no way not to be excited When what you have been disillusioned by raises its head From its arms and seems to want to talk to you again. You forget home and family And set off on foot or in your automobile And go to where you believe this form of reality May dwell. Not finding it there, you refuse Any further contact Until you are back again trying to forget The only thing that moved you (it seems) and gave what you forever will have But in the form of a disillusion. Yet often, looking toward the horizon There—inimical to you?—is that something you have never found And that, without those who came before you, you could never have imagined. How could you have thought there was one person who could make you Happy and that happiness was not the uneven Phenomenon you have known it to be? Why do you keep believing in this Reality so dependent on the time allowed it That it has less to do with your exile from the age you are Than from everything else life promised that you could do?
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Paradiso by Kenneth Koch