Frank O’Hara
Why I Am Not A Painter by Frank O’Hara

Why I Am Not A Painter by Frank O’Hara

I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in. "Sit down and ...

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Morning by Frank O’Hara

Morning by Frank O’Hara

I've got to tell youhow I love you alwaysI think of it on greymornings with deathin my mouth the teais never hot enoughthen and the cigarettedry the maroon robechills me I need ...

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A Step Away From Them by Frank O’Hara

A Step Away From Them by Frank O’Hara

It's my lunch hour, so I gofor a walk among the hum-coloredcabs. First, down the sidewalkwhere laborers feed their dirtyglistening torsos sandwichesand Coca-Cola, with yellow ...

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A Quiet Poem by Frank O’Hara

A Quiet Poem by Frank O’Hara

When music is far enough awaythe eyelid does not often moveand objects are still as lavenderwithout breath or distant rejoinder.The cloud is then so subtly draggedaway by the ...

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Homosexuality by Frank O’Hara

Homosexuality by Frank O’Hara

So we are taking off our masks, are we, and keepingour mouths shut? as if we'd been pierced by a glance!The song of an old cow is not more full of judgmentthan the vapors which ...

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Music by Frank O’Hara

Music by Frank O’Hara

If I rest for a moment near The Equestrianpausing for a liver sausage sandwich in the Mayflower Shoppe,that angel seems to be leading the horse into Bergdorf'sand I am naked as a ...

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Jane Awake by Frank O’Hara

Jane Awake by Frank O’Hara

The opals hiding your lids as you sleep, as you ride poniesmysteriously, spring to bloom like the blue flowers of autumneach nine o'clock. And curls tumble languorously ...

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To The Harbormaster by Frank O’Hara

To The Harbormaster by Frank O’Hara

I wanted to be sure to reach you;though my ship was on the way it got caughtin some moorings. I am always tying upand then deciding to depart. In storms andat sunset, with the ...

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Autobiographia Literaria by Frank O’Hara

Autobiographia Literaria by Frank O’Hara

When I was a childI played by myself in a corner of the schoolyardall alone.I hated dolls and Ihated games, animals werenot friendly and birds flew away.If anyone was looking for ...

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Poem (Lana Turner Has Collapsed!) by Frank O’Hara

Poem (Lana Turner Has Collapsed!) by Frank O’Hara

Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenlyit started raining and snowingand you said it was hailingbut hailing hits you on the headhard so it was really snowing ...

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Ave Maria by Frank O’Hara

Ave Maria by Frank O’Hara

Mothers of America let your kids go to the moviesget them out of the house so they won't know what you're up toit's true that fresh air is good for the body ...

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Lines For The Fortune Cookies by Frank O’Hara

Lines For The Fortune Cookies by Frank O’Hara

I think you're wonderful and so does everyone else.Just as Jackie Kennedy has a baby boy, so will you--even bigger.You will meet a tall beautiful blonde stranger, and you will not ...

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Call Me by Frank O’Hara

Call Me by Frank O’Hara

The eager note on my door said "Call me,"call when you get in!" so I quickly threwa few tangerines into my overnight bag,straightened my eyelids and shoulders, andheaded straight ...

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As Planned by Frank O’Hara

As Planned by Frank O’Hara

After the first glass of vodkayou can accept just about anythingof life even your own mysteriousnessyou think it is nice that a boxof matches is purple and brown and is calledLa ...

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A True Account Of Talking To The Sun On Fire Island by Frank O’Hara

A True Account Of Talking To The Sun On Fire Island by Frank O’Hara

The Sun woke me this morning loud and clear, saying "Hey! I've been trying to wake you up for fifteen minutes. Don't be so rude, you are only the second poet I've ever chosen to ...

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A City Winter by Frank O’Hara

A City Winter by Frank O’Hara

1I understand the boredom of the clerksfatigue shifting like dunes within their eyesa frightful nausea gumming up the worksthat once was thought aggression in disguise.Do you ...

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Poem (Hate Is Only One Of Many Responses) by Frank O’Hara

Poem (Hate Is Only One Of Many Responses) by Frank O’Hara

Hate is only one of many responsestrue, hurt and hate go hand in handbut why be afraid of hate, it is only therethink of filth, is it really awesomeneither is hatedon't be shy of ...

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Why I Am Not A Painter by Frank O’Hara

Why I Am Not A Painter by Frank O’Hara

I am not a painter, I am a poet.Why? I think I would rather bea painter, but I am not. Well,for instance, Mike Goldbergis starting a painting. I drop in."Sit down and have a ...

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Digression On Number 1, 1948 by Frank O’Hara

Digression On Number 1, 1948 by Frank O’Hara

I am ill today but I am nottoo ill. I am not ill at all.It is a perfect day, warmfor winter, cold for fall.A fine day for seeing. I seeceramics, during lunch hour, byMir6, and I ...

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Melancholy Breakfast by Frank O’Hara

Melancholy Breakfast by Frank O’Hara

Melancholy breakfastblue overhead blue underneaththe silent egg thinksand the toaster's electrical ear waitsthe stars are in"that cloud is hid"the elements of disbelief ...

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Mayakovsky by Frank O’Hara

Mayakovsky by Frank O’Hara

1My heart's aflutter!I am standing in the bath tubcrying. Mother, motherwho am I? If hewill just come back onceand kiss me on the facehis coarse hair brushmy temple, it's ...

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In Memory Of My Feelings by Frank O’Hara

In Memory Of My Feelings by Frank O’Hara

My quietness has a man in it, he is transparentand he carries me quietly, like a gondola, through the streets.He has several likenesses, like stars and years, like numerals.My ...

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At Joan’s by Frank O’Hara

At Joan’s by Frank O’Hara

It is almost threeI sit at the marble topsorting poems, miserablethe little lamp glows feeblyI don't glow at allI have another cognacand stare at two little paintingsof ...

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For Grace, After A Party by Frank O’Hara

For Grace, After A Party by Frank O’Hara

You do not always know what I am feeling.Last night in the warm spring air while I wasblazing my tirade against someone who doesn'tinterest me, it was love for you that ...

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Chinamen Jump by Frank O’Hara

Chinamen Jump by Frank O’Hara

At night Chinamen jumpon Asia with a thumpwhile in our willful waywe, in secret, playaffectionate games and bruiseour knees like China's shoes.The birds push apples throughgrass ...

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My Heart by Frank O’Hara

My Heart by Frank O’Hara

I'm not going to cry all the timenor shall I laugh all the time,I don't prefer one "strain" to another.I'd have the immediacy of a bad movie,not just a sleeper, but also the ...

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1951 by Frank O’Hara

1951 by Frank O’Hara

Alone at nightin the wet citythe country's witis not memorable.The wind has blownall the trees downbut these anxietiesremain erect, beingthe heart's deliberatechambers of hurtand ...

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Personal Poem by Frank O’Hara

Personal Poem by Frank O’Hara

Now when I walk around at lunchtimeI have only two charms in my pocketan old Roman coin Mike Kanemitsu gave meand a bolt-head that broke off a packing casewhen I was in Madrid the ...

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Song (Is It Dirty) by Frank O’Hara

Song (Is It Dirty) by Frank O’Hara

Is it dirtydoes it look dirtythat's what you think of in the citydoes it just seem dirtythat's what you think of in the cityyou don't refuse to breathe do yousomeone comes along ...

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The Day Lady Died by Frank O’Hara

The Day Lady Died by Frank O’Hara

It is 12:20 in New York a Fridaythree days after Bastille day, yesit is 1959 and I go get a shoeshinebecause I will get off the 4:19 in Easthamptonat 7:15 and then go straight to ...

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Meditations In An Emergency by Frank O’Hara

Meditations In An Emergency by Frank O’Hara

Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religiousas if I were French?Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous(and how the same names keep ...

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Ann Arbor Variations by Frank O’Hara

Ann Arbor Variations by Frank O’Hara

1Wet heat drifts through the afternoonlike a campus dog, a fraternity ghostwaiting to stay home from football games.The arches are empty clear to the sky.Except for the leaves: ...

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Steps by Frank O’Hara

Steps by Frank O’Hara

How funny you are today New Yorklike Ginger Rogers in Swingtimeand St. Bridget's steeple leaning a little to the lefthere I have just jumped out of a bed full of V-days(I got ...

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Spleen by Frank O’Hara

Spleen by Frank O’Hara

I know so muchabout things, I acceptso much, it's likevomiting. And I amnourished by theshabbiness of myknowing so muchabout others and whatthey do, and acceptingso much that I ...

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V.R. Lang by Frank O’Hara

V.R. Lang by Frank O’Hara

You are so serious, as ifa glacier spoke in your earor you had to walk throughthe great gate of Kievto get to the living room.I worry about this because Ilove you. As if it ...

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At Night Chinamen Jump by Frank O’Hara

At Night Chinamen Jump by Frank O’Hara

At night Chinamen jumpon Asia with a thumpwhile in our willful waywe, in secret, playaffectionate games and bruiseour knees like China's shoes.The birds push apples throughgrass ...

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Having A Coke With You by Frank O’Hara

Having A Coke With You by Frank O’Hara

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irun, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonneor being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelonapartly because in your orange ...

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Sleeping On The Wing by Frank O’Hara

Sleeping On The Wing by Frank O’Hara

Perhaps it is to avoid some great sadness, as in a Restoration tragedy the hero cries 'Sleep! O for a long sound sleep and so forget it! ' that one flies, soaring above the ...

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Rhapsody by Frank O’Hara

Rhapsody by Frank O’Hara

515 Madison Avenue door to heaven? portalstopped realities and eternal licentiousnessor at least the jungle of impossible eagernessyour marble is bronze and your lianas elevator ...

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To The Film Industry In Crisis by Frank O’Hara

To The Film Industry In Crisis by Frank O’Hara

Not you, lean quarterlies and swarthy periodicalswith your studious incursions toward the pomposity of ants,nor you, experimental theatre in which Emotive Fruitionis wedding ...

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Today by Frank O’Hara

Today by Frank O’Hara

Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! You really are beautiful! Pearls, harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! all the stuff they've always talked about ...

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On Seeing Larry Rivers’ Washington Crossing The Delaware At The Museum Of Modern Art by Frank O’Hara

On Seeing Larry Rivers’ Washington Crossing The Delaware At The Museum Of Modern Art by Frank O’Hara

Now that our hero has come back to usin his white pants and we know his nosetrembling like a flag under fire,we see the calm cold river is supportingour forces, the beautiful ...

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Song (Did You See Me Walking By The Buick Repairs?) by Frank O’Hara

Song (Did You See Me Walking By The Buick Repairs?) by Frank O’Hara

Did you see me walking by the Buick Repairs?I was thinking of youhaving a Coke in the heat it was your faceI saw on the movie magazine, no it was Fabian'sI was thinking of youand ...

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Animals by Frank O’Hara

Animals by Frank O’Hara

Have you forgotten what we were like then when we were still first rate and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth it's no use worrying about Time ...

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Yesterday Down at the Canal by Frank O’Hara

Yesterday Down at the Canal by Frank O’Hara

You say that everything is very simple and interestingit makes me feel very wistful, like reading a great Russian novel doesi am terribly boredsometimes it is like seeing a bad ...

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POEM EN FORME DE SAW by Frank O’Hara

POEM EN FORME DE SAW by Frank O’Hara

I ducked out of sight behind the saw-millnobody saw me because of the falls the gates the sluice the tourist boatsthe children were trailing their fingers in the waterand the ...

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Poem [“The eager note on my door said, ‘Call me,'”] by Frank O’Hara

Poem [“The eager note on my door said, ‘Call me,'”] by Frank O’Hara

The eager note on my door said "Call me, call when you get in!" so I quickly threw a few tangerines into my overnight bag, straightened my eyelids and shoulders, and headed ...

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Adieu to Norman, Bon Jour to Joan and Jean-Paul by Frank O’Hara

Adieu to Norman, Bon Jour to Joan and Jean-Paul by Frank O’Hara

It is 12:10 in New York and I am wonderingif I will finish this in time to meet Norman for lunchah lunch! I think I am going crazywhat with my terrible hangover and the weekend ...

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Chez Jane by Frank O’Hara

Chez Jane by Frank O’Hara

The white chocolate jar full of petals swills odds and ends around in a dizzying eye of four o'clocks now and to come. The tiger, marvellously striped and irritable, leaps ...

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Poem (At night Chinamen jump) by Frank O’Hara

Poem (At night Chinamen jump) by Frank O’Hara

At night Chinamen jump on Asia with a thump while in our willful way we, in secret, play affectionate games and bruise our knees like China's shoes. The birds push apples ...

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