Frank O'Hara

(27 March 1926 – 25 July 1966 / Baltimore, Maryland)

At Joan's - Poem by Frank O'Hara

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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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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