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Frank O'Hara

Frank O'Hara

Autobiographia Literaria

When I was a child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
all alone.
 
I hated dolls and I
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
flew away.
 
If anyone was looking
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out “I am
an orphan.”
 
And here I am, the
center of all beauty!
writing these poems!
Imagine!

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Call Me

The eager note on my door said “C… call when you get in!" so I quickl… a few tangerines into my overnight… straightened my eyelids and should… headed straight for the door. It…
The Eager Note on my Door Said “Call Me,”

The eager note on my door said “C… call when you get in!" so I quickl… a few tangerines into my overnight… straightened my eyelids and should… headed straight for the door. It…
Five Poems

Well now, hold on maybe I won’t go to sleep at all and it’ll be a beautiful white nig… or else I’ll collapse completely from nerves and be calm
To the Film Industry in Crisis

Not you, lean quarterlies and swar… with your studious incursions towa… nor you, experimental theatre in w… is wedding Poetic Insight perpetu… promenading Grand Opera, obvious…
My Heart

I’m not going to cry all the time nor shall I laugh all the time, I don’t prefer one “strain” to ano… I’d have the immediacy of a bad mo… not just a sleeper, but also the b…
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Morning

I’ve got to tell you how I love you always I think of it on grey mornings with death in my mouth the tea
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Steps

How funny you are today New York like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime and St. Bridget’s steeple leaning… here I have just jumped out of a b… (I got tired of D-days) and blue…
Jane Awake

The opals hiding your lids as you sleep, as you ride ponies mysteriously, spring to bloom like the blue flowers of autumn each nine o’clock. And curls
Rhapsody

515 Madison Avenue door to heaven? portal stopped realities and eternal lice… or at least the jungle of impossib… your marble is bronze and your lia…
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Poem (Hate Is Only One of Many Responses)

Hate is only one of many responses true, hurt and hate go hand in han… but why be afraid of hate, it is o… think of filth, is it really aweso… neither is hate
At Night Chinamen Jump

At night Chinamen jump on Asia with a thump while in our willful way we, in secret, play affectionate games and bruise
On Seeing Larry Rivers’ Washington Crossing the Delaware at the Museum of Modern Art

Now that our hero has come back to… in his white pants and we know his… trembling like a flag under fire, we see the calm cold river is supp… our forces, the beautiful history.
1951

Alone at night in the wet city the country’s wit is not memorable. The wind has blown
Animals

Have you forgotten what we were li… when we were still first rate and the day came fat with an apple… it’s no use worrying about Time but we did have a few tricks up ou…
V.R. Lang

You are so serious, as if a glacier spoke in your ear or you had to walk through the great gate of Kiev to get to the living room.



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