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Frank O'Hara

Frank O'Hara

At Joan’s

It is almost three
I sit at the marble top
sorting poems, miserable
the little lamp glows feebly
I don’t glow at all
 
I have another cognac
and stare at two little paintings
of Jean-Paul’s, so great
I must do so much
or did they just happen
 
the breeze is cool
barely a sound filters up
through my confused eyes
I am lonely for myself
I can’t find a real poem
 
if it won’t happen to me
what shall I do

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