Frank O'Hara

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

My Heart - Poem by 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 just a sleeper, but also the big,
overproduced first-run kind. I want to be
at least as alive as the vulgar. And if
some aficionado of my mess says "That's
not like Frank!", all to the good! I
don't wear brown and grey suits all the time,
do I? No. I wear workshirts to the opera,
often. I want my feet to be bare,
I want my face to be shaven, and my heart--
you can't plan on the heart, but
the better part of it, my poetry, is open.


Comments about My Heart by Frank O'Hara

  • Gold Star - 5,489 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (3/29/2012 7:49:00 AM)

    the last part of this poem is something strange and strong...Frank O' Hara. Had you passed your time thinking of verses after verse to make a poem...Good... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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