Frank O'Hara

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

For Grace, After A Party - Poem by Frank O'Hara

You do not always know what I am feeling.
Last night in the warm spring air while I was
blazing my tirade against someone who doesn't
me, it was love for you that set me

and isn't it odd? for in rooms full of
strangers my most tender feelings
writhe and
bear the fruit of screaming. Put out your hand,
isn't there
an ashtray, suddenly, there? beside
the bed? And someone you love enters the room
and says wouldn't
you like the eggs a little

different today?
And when they arrive they are
just plain scrambled eggs and the warm weather
is holding.

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  • Brian Jani (5/9/2014 2:05:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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