A True Account Of Talking To The Sun At Fire Island Analysis

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The Sun woke me this morning loud

and clear, saying "Hey! I've beentrying to wake you up for fifteenminutes.Don't be so rude, you areonly the second poet I've ever chosento speak to personallyso why

aren't you more attentive? If I couldburn you through the window I would

to wake you up.I can't hang aroundhere all day.""Sorry, Sun, I stayedup late last night talking to Hal.""When I woke up Mayakovsky he wasa lot more prompt" the Sun said

petulantly."Most people are upalready waiting to see if I'm goingto put in an appearance."I triedto apologize "I missed you yesterday."

"That's better" he said."I didn'tknow you'd come out.""You may be wondering why I've come so close?"

"Yes" I said beginning to feel hotand wondering if maybe he wasn'tburning meanyway."Frankly I wanted to tell you

I like your poetry.I see a lot

on my rounds and you're okay.Youmay

not be the greatest thing on earth, but

you're different.Now, I've heard somesay you're crazy, they being excessively

calm themselves to my mind, and othercrazy poets think that you're a boring

reactionary.Not me.Just keep on

like I do and pay no attention.You'llfind that some people always willcomplain about the atmosphere,either too hotor too cold too bright or too dark, days

too short or too long.If you don't appear

at all one day they think you're lazyor dead.Just keep right on, I like it.And don't worry about your lineage

poetic or natural.The Sun shines on

the jungle, you know, on the tundra

the sea, the ghetto.Wherever youwereI knew it and saw you moving.I waswaitingfor you to get to work.And now that you

are making your own days, so tospeak,even if no one reads you but meyou won't be depressed.Noteveryone can look up, even at me.Ithurts their eyes.""Oh Sun, I'm so grateful to you!""Thanks and remember I'm watching.It'seasier for me to speak to you out

here.I don't have to slide down

between buildings to get your ear.

I know you love Manhattan, butyou ought to look up more often.And

always embrace things, people earth

sky stars, as I do, freely and withthe appropriate sense of space.That

is your inclination, known in theheavens

and you should follow it to hell, if

necessary, which I doubt.Maybe we'llspeak again in Africa, of which I too

am specially fond.Go back to sleepnow

Frank, and I may leave a tiny poemin that brain of yours as my farewell.""Sun, don't go!"I was awakeat last."No, go I must, they're calling

me.""Who are they?"Rising he said "Some

day you'll know.They're calling to you

too."Darkly he rose, and then I slept.

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