Treasure Island

Eugene O'Neill

(16 October 1888 – 27 November 1953 / New York City)

Poems of Eugene O'Neill

Even as a child

Even as a child
my face was “gloomy.” I found
few reasons to smile, none to laugh:
father gutting his great gifts
for the cheers of clowns.
For us. For money. My mother
dazed by drugs. My brother
charming, selfless. But also
smirking, corrupt. All lying,

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