A True Account of Talking to the Sun on Fire Island (Frank O’Hara Poems)
The Sun woke me this morning loudand clear, saying 'Hey! I've beentrying to wake you up for fifteenminutes. Don't be ...
The Sun woke me this morning loudand clear, saying 'Hey! I've beentrying to wake you up for fifteenminutes. Don't be ...
My quietness has a man in it, he is transparentand he carries me quietly, like a gondola, through the streets.He ...
The Sun woke me this morning loudand clear, saying "Hey! I've been trying to wake you up for fifteen minutes. ...
Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religiousas if I were French?Each time my heart ...
1Wet heat drifts through the afternoonlike a campus dog, a fraternity ghostwaiting to stay home from football games.The arches are ...
1I understand the boredom of the clerksfatigue shifting like dunes within their eyesa frightful nausea gumming up the worksthat once ...
Mothers of America let your kids go to the moviesget them out of the ...
515 Madison Avenuedoor to heaven? portalstopped realities and eternal licentiousnessor at least the jungle of impossible eagernessyour marble is bronze ...
I think you're wonderful and so does everyone else.Just as Jackie Kennedy has a baby boy, so will you—even bigger.You ...
How funny you are today New Yorklike Ginger Rogers in Swingtimeand St. Bridget's steeple leaning a little to the lefthere ...
I don't know as I get what D. H. Lawrence is driving at when he ...
It's my lunch hour, so I gofor a walk among the hum-coloredcabs. First, down the sidewalkwhere laborers feed their dirtyglistening ...
It is 12:20 in New York a Fridaythree days after Bastille day, yesit is 1959 and I go get a ...
Ah nuts! It's boring reading French newspapers in New York as if I were a Colonial waiting for my gin ...
The opals hiding your lids as you sleep, as you ride poniesmysteriously, spring to bloom like the blue flowers of ...
So we are taking off our masks, are we, and keepingour mouths shut? as if we'd been pierced by a ...
I've got to tell youhow I love you alwaysI think of it on greymornings with deathin my mouth the teais ...
Now that our hero has come back to usin his white pants and we know his nosetrembling like a flag ...
The white chocolate jar full of petals swills odds and ends around in a dizzying eye of four o'clocks now ...
I am not a painter, I am a poet.Why? I think I would rather bea painter, but I am not. ...
You do not always know what I am feeling.Last night in the warm spring air while I wasblazing my tirade ...
The eager note on my door said "Call me,"call when you get in!" so I quickly threwa few tangerines into ...
Let's take a walk, youand I in spite of theweather if it rains hard ...
The eager note on my door said "Call me, call when you get in!" so I quickly threw a few ...
I am ill today but I am nottoo ill. I am not ill at all.It is a perfect day, warmfor ...
You are so serious, as ifa glacier spoke in your earor you had to walk throughthe great gate of Kievto ...
Hate is only one of many responsestrue, hurt and hate go hand in handbut why be afraid of hate, it ...
Alone at nightin the wet citythe country's witis not memorable.The wind has blownall the trees downbut these anxietiesremain erect, beingthe ...
I wanted to be sure to reach you;though my ship was on the way it got caughtin some moorings. I ...
Do not bathe her in blood,the little one whose sex isundermined, she drops leafyacross the belly of blacksky and her ...
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