Windows (Frank O Hara Poems)
This space so clear and bluedoes not care what we putinto it Airplanes disappearin its breath and ...
Frank O Hara Poems (46 Poems)
My Heart (Frank O Hara Poems)
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 ...
Song (Is it dirty) (Frank O Hara Poems)
Is it dirtydoes it look dirtythat's what you think of in the citydoes it just seem dirtythat's what you think ...
To My Dead Father (Frank O Hara Poems)
Don't call to me father.wherever you are I'mstill your little sonrunning through the dark.I couldn't do what you say.even if ...
A Quiet Poem (Frank O Hara Poems)
When music is far enough awaythe eyelid does not often moveand objects are still as lavenderwithout breath or distant rejoinder.The ...
As Planned (Frank O Hara Poems)
After the first glass of vodkayou can accept just about anythingof life even your own mysteriousnessyou think it is nice ...
Poem (Lana Turner has collapsed!) (Frank O Hara Poems)
Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenlyit started raining and snowingand you said it was hailingbut hailing ...
At Night Chinamen Jump (Frank O Hara Poems)
At night Chinamen jumpon Asia with a thumpwhile in our willful waywe, in secret, playaffectionate games and bruiseour knees like ...
Chinamen Jump (Frank O Hara Poems)
At night Chinamen jumpon Asia with a thumpwhile in our willful waywe, in secret, playaffectionate games and bruiseour knees like ...
To John Ashbery (Frank O Hara Poems)
I can't believe there's notanother world where we will sitand read new poems to each otherhigh on a mountain in ...
At Joan’s (Frank O Hara Poems)
It is almost threeI sit at the marble topsorting poems, miserablethe little lamp glows feeblyI don't glow at allI have ...
A Raspberry Sweater (Frank O Hara Poems)
to George MontgomeryIt is next to my flesh,that's why. I do what I want.And in the pale New Hampshiretwilight a ...
Song (Did you see me walking by the Buick Repairs?) (Frank O Hara Poems)
Did you see me walking by the Buick Repairs?I was thinking of youhaving a Coke in the heat it was ...
Autobiographia Literaria (Frank O Hara Poems)
When I was a childI played by myself in a corner of the schoolyardall alone.I hated dolls and Ihated games, ...
Spleen (Frank O Hara Poems)
I know so muchabout things, I acceptso much, it's likevomiting. And I amnourished by theshabbiness of myknowing so muchabout others ...
Melancholy Breakfast (Frank O Hara Poems)
Melancholy breakfastblue overhead blue underneaththe silent egg thinksand the toaster's electrical ear waitsthe stars are in"that ...