Frank O'Hara

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

The Day Lady Died - Poem by Frank O'Hara

It is 12:20 in New York a Friday
three days after Bastille day, yes
it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine
because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton
at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner
and I don't know the people who will feed me

I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun
and have a hamburger and a malted and buy
an ugly NEW WORLD WRITING to see what the poets
in Ghana are doing these days
I go on to the bank
and Miss Stillwagon (first name Linda I once heard)
doesn't even look up my balance for once in her life
and in the GOLDEN GRIFFIN I get a little Verlaine
for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do
think of Hesiod, trans. Richmond Lattimore or
Brendan Behan's new play or Le Balcon or Les Nègres
of Genet, but I don't, I stick with Verlaine
after practically going to sleep with quandariness

and for Mike I just stroll into the PARK LANE
Liquor Store and ask for a bottle of Strega and
then I go back where I came from to 6th Avenue
and the tobacconist in the Ziegfeld Theatre and
casually ask for a carton of Gauloises and a carton
of Picayunes, and a NEW YORK POST with her face on it

and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of
leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT
while she whispered a song along the keyboard
to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing

Comments about The Day Lady Died by Frank O'Hara

  • Rookie - 39 Points Jetty J Newnham (11/16/2012 4:51:00 PM)

    I love this poem not once does he mention her name the real day music died (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Joanna Dziadkowiec (1/11/2008 11:15:00 PM)

    I love that poem. I remember reading it over and over, and analyzing it for hours at my Poetic Translation course at college. And after all those hours of grinding through it the last four lines still blow me away everytime I read it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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