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. Poem (At night Chinamen jump) 6/24/2017
6. Adieu to Norman, Bon Jour to Joan and Jean-Paul 6/24/2017
7. Chez Jane 6/24/2017
8. Having A Coke With You 3/27/2015
9. Chinamen Jump 1/13/2003
10. The Eager Note On My Door Said "Call Me," 1/13/2003
11. V.R. Lang 1/13/2003
12. On Seeing Larry Rivers' Washington Crossing The Delaware At The Museum Of Modern Art 1/13/2003
13. Song (Did You See Me Walking By The Buick Repairs?) 1/13/2003
14. At Joan's 1/13/2003
15. At Night Chinamen Jump 1/13/2003
16. Ann Arbor Variations 1/13/2003
17. Spleen 1/13/2003
18. To The Harbormaster 1/13/2003
19. Steps 1/13/2003
20. A Step Away From Them 1/13/2003
21. Five Poems 1/23/2015
22. Jane Awake 1/13/2003
23. Sleeping On The Wing 3/29/2012
24. Mayakovsky 3/29/2012
25. Rhapsody 3/29/2012
26. 1951 1/13/2003
27. Today 3/29/2012
28. To The Film Industry In Crisis 3/29/2012
29. Ave Maria 1/13/2003
30. Poem (Lana Turner Has Collapsed!) 1/13/2003
31. Poem (Hate Is Only One Of Many Responses) 1/13/2003
32. Digression On Number 1, 1948 1/13/2003
33. Song (Is It Dirty) 1/13/2003
34. The Day Lady Died 1/13/2003
35. Music 1/13/2003
36. Personal Poem 3/29/2012
37. Call Me 1/13/2003
38. Melancholy Breakfast 1/13/2003
39. As Planned 1/13/2003
40. Animals 3/29/2012

Comments about Frank O'Hara

  • 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.

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  • 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 ...

Read the full of Why I Am Not A Painter


How funny you are today New York
like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime
and St. Bridget's steeple leaning a little to the left

here I have just jumped out of a bed full of V-days
(I got tired of D-days) and blue you there still
accepts me foolish and free
all I want is a room up there
and you in it

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