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Frank O'Hara Poems
- Morning I've got to tell you how I love you always I think ...
- Why I Am Not A Painter I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why?...
- Lines For The Fortune Cookies I think you're wonderful and so...
- Homosexuality So we are taking off our masks, are we, and ...
- A True Account Of Talking To T...
- Meditations In An Emergency Am I to become profligate as if I...
- In Memory Of My Feelings My quietness has a man in it, he is ...
Francis Russell "Frank" O'Hara was an American writer, poet and art critic. He was a member of the New York School of poetry.
Life
Frank O'Hara, the son of Russell Joseph O'Hara and Katherine (née Broderick) was born on March 27, 1926, at Maryland General Hospital, Baltimore and grew up in Grafton, Massachusetts. He attended St. John's High School in Worcester. He grew up believing he had been born in June, but in fact had been born in March, his parents having disguised his true date of birth because he was conceived out of wedlock. He studied piano at the New England Conservatory in Boston from 1941 to 1944 and served in the South Pacific and Japan as a ... more »
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Morning
I've got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death
in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe
chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow
At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes
I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine
although I never weep
and hold you in my
heart with a very real
humor you'd be proud of
the parking lot ...
No, he is not alive. He died at forty, but he is awake, in his poetry. He cannot write you your poems, his body is sleeping, yet not, in his poetry. There he is dancing. That is all.
Dear Frank O'Hara,
Are you alive?
I've read your poems and know that you are.
But are you available in person?
I'd like to ask for more poems..
that's all.