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, ...
When I was a childI played by myself in a corner of the schoolyardall alone.I hated dolls and Ihated games, ...
lady, i will touch you with my mind.touch you and touch and touchuntil you giveme suddenly a smile, shyly obscene(lady ...
ON nerveless, tuneless lines how sadlyRinging rhymes may wasted be,While blank verse oft is mere prose madlyStriving to be poetry:While ...
When as galoshed my Julia goes, Unbuckled all from top to toes, How swift the poem becometh prose! And when ...
I write the poems downLine by line from old anthologiesPrinted on the air and ether,Shelved amid the leaves of trees,Between ...
You, who was born for poetry's creation,Do not repeat the sayings of the ancients.Though, maybe, our Poetry, itself,Is just a ...
He who has religion will speak poetry. But philosophy is the tool with which to seek and discover religion.(Friedrich von ...
Mathematics is, as it were, a sensuous logic, and relates to philosophy as do the arts, music, and plastic art ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Thou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
What is poetry? Is it a mosaic Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought Into a pattern? Rather glass that's ...
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT? Is he tall or short, or dark or ...
The Rav of Northern White Russia declined, in his youth, to learn the language of birds, because the extraneous did ...
Those groans men use passing a woman on the street or on the steps of the subway to tell her ...
Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremonies to reverence the opening of buds? ...
Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don't know the secret wrote ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have ...
The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From ...
This poem is a special gift especially for you, All I ask is that you read it often and every ...
1. Had the ham bone, had the lentils, Got to meat store for the salt pork, Got to grocery for ...
1 The stout poet tiptoes On the lawn. Surprisingly limber In his thick sweater Like a middle-age burglar. Is the ...
Waves of circumflexes storms of adverbs, windmills of verbs, shells of signs of ellipsis, on the island of poems of ...
WHen first Alexis did in Verse delight, His Muse in Low, but Graceful Numbers walk't, And now and then a ...
I Sing the Man that never Equal knew, Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue, Whose Conquests through the spacious ...
Exchange in greed the ungraceful signs. Thrust The thick notes between green apple breasts. Then the shadow of the devil ...
Goodbye, lady in Bangor, who sent me snapshots of yourself, after definitely hinting you were beautiful; goodbye, Miami Beach urologist, ...
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