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By Kenneth Koch

Passing the American graveyard, for my birthday
the crosses stuttering, white on tropical green,
the years’ quick focus of faces I do not remember . . .


The palm trees stalking like deliberate giants
for my birthday, and all the hot adolescent memories
seen through a screen of water . . .


For my birthday thrust into the adult and actual:
expected to perform the action, not to ponder
the reality beyond the fact,
the man standing upright in the dream.


Kenneth Koch, “Poem for My Twentieth Birthday” from Poetry 67 (November 1945). Used by permission of the Estate of Kenneth Koch.

Source: The Poetry Anthology 1912-2002 (2002)

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Kenneth Koch
Kenneth Koch was born in Cincinnati and attended Columbia and Harvard University, where he met John Ashbery and Frank O’Hara. The three later became key figures in the New York School, which integrated many different influences including Abstract Expressionist painting, French Surrealism, and a dislike of Confessional poetry. Koch, an amazingly prolific poet and recipient of many awards, learned from this school a much more sophisticated and cosmopolitan style, one that is noted for its clarity and humor. In his “Poem for My Twentieth Birthday,” Koch describes the transition from adolescence to adulthood and the expectations of that change. See More By This Poet

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