Autobiographia Literaria by Frank O’Hara
"And here I am, the / center of all beauty! / writing these poems! / Imagine!"
Today by Frank O’Hara
1. Honest question, says K., while we're having late lunch. And I need an honest answer, she continues. Why do you stay? I stared at my Cuban sandwich, knowing that it was more than just a query about my current state,
Katy by Frank O’Hara
The other day, M. told me: Breathe. Nothing about you is wrong. I'm still thinking about that. Katy Frank O'Hara They say I mope too much but really I'm loudly dancing. I eat paper. It's good for my bones. I play the piano pedal. I dance, I am
A Step Away From Them by Frank O’Hara
1. More than a year ago during class, my dear friend S. said, "When I read this poem, I have this wonderful, relaxed feeling of just walking around with O'Hara, happy to be aimless, happy to put a poem in my
Steps by Frank O’Hara
Ah, but it is the new year now, where I am. And we are alive. I am here. You're here. I have wishes. I believe in second chances. Kissing. I am hugging a wine bottle. I may be a little
For Grace, After A Party by Frank O’Hara
1. A lot of people have been coming here lately to read Frank O'Hara's Having A Coke With You. I'll be honest: it surprised me, as I was perfectly content to be here in my corner and keep quiet. I've been
My Heart by Frank O’Hara
Home, finally. Taking a deep breath. Settling in my bed. Good night. My Heart Frank O'Hara I'm not going to cry all the time nor shall I laugh all the time, I don't prefer one "strain" to another. I'd have the immediacy of a bad movie, not
The Day Lady Died by Frank O’Hara
I remember you, Billie Holiday. I love you and it still hurts and perhaps this is the only thing I can do today, to sit with this elegy and read and read and listen to your voice and just feel,
Song (Is it dirty) by Frank O’Hara
No sleep, no bath, no patience, no rest, no more, no more. Song (Is it dirty) Frank O'Hara Is it dirty does it look dirty that's what you think of in the city does it just seem dirty that's what you think of in the city you don't
Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara
1. Dinner with some friends and the conversation turned to art (oh god here we go). As usual, I kept my mouth shut, because, well, what do I know really? I just like standing in front of big windows and looking