Frank O'Hara

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

Frank O'Hara Poems

1. Yesterday Down at the Canal 11/16/2016
2. POEM EN FORME DE SAW 11/16/2016
3. Poem ["Khrushchev is coming on the right day!"] 6/24/2017
4. Poem ["The eager note on my door said, ‘Call me,'"] 6/24/2017
5. Adieu to Norman, Bon Jour to Joan and Jean-Paul 6/24/2017
6. Chez Jane 6/24/2017
7. Poem (At night Chinamen jump) 6/24/2017
8. Five Poems 1/23/2015
9. Today 3/29/2012
10. To The Film Industry In Crisis 3/29/2012
11. Rhapsody 3/29/2012
12. Sleeping On The Wing 3/29/2012
13. Personal Poem 3/29/2012
14. Mayakovsky 3/29/2012
15. V.R. Lang 1/13/2003
16. Spleen 1/13/2003
17. Song (Did You See Me Walking By The Buick Repairs?) 1/13/2003
18. Animals 3/29/2012
19. The Eager Note On My Door Said "Call Me," 1/13/2003
20. To The Harbormaster 1/13/2003
21. At Night Chinamen Jump 1/13/2003
22. Song (Is It Dirty) 1/13/2003
23. Chinamen Jump 1/13/2003
24. Poem (Lana Turner Has Collapsed!) 1/13/2003
25. On Seeing Larry Rivers' Washington Crossing The Delaware At The Museum Of Modern Art 1/13/2003
26. Steps 1/13/2003
27. Ann Arbor Variations 1/13/2003
28. Poem (Hate Is Only One Of Many Responses) 1/13/2003
29. At Joan's 1/13/2003
30. 1951 1/13/2003
31. Having A Coke With You 3/27/2015
32. Digression On Number 1, 1948 1/13/2003
33. Jane Awake 1/13/2003
34. Ave Maria 1/13/2003
35. Call Me 1/13/2003
36. Melancholy Breakfast 1/13/2003
37. As Planned 1/13/2003
38. A True Account Of Talking To The Sun On Fire Island 1/20/2003
39. A Step Away From Them 1/13/2003
40. Autobiographia Literaria 1/13/2003

Comments about Frank O'Hara

  • Henry (9/16/2018 11:25:00 AM)

    Is there a poem called Blocks: by O'Hara. If there is I can't find it.

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  • Emma Poet (4/27/2015 12:13:00 PM)

    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.

  • Michael Shepherd (3/17/2005 5:44:00 AM)

    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.

Best Poem of Frank O'Hara

Why I Am Not A Painter

I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,

for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
"Sit down and have a drink" he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. "You have SARDINES in it."
"Yes, it needed something there."
"Oh." I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. "Where's SARDINES?"
All that's left is just
letters, "It was too much," Mike says.

But me? One day I am thinking ...

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A Quiet Poem

When music is far enough away
the eyelid does not often move

and objects are still as lavender
without breath or distant rejoinder.

The cloud is then so subtly dragged
away by the silver flying machine

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