Here you will find the Poem Poem For My Twentieth Birthday of poet 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.