Frank O'Hara

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

Spleen - Poem by Frank O'Hara

I know so much
about things, I accept
so much, it's like
vomiting. And I am
nourished by the
shabbiness of my
knowing so much
about others and what
they do, and accepting
so much that I hate
as if I didn't know
what it is, to me.
And what it is to
them I know, and hate.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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