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

I wanted to be sure to reach you;
though my ship was on the way it got caught
in some moorings. I am always tying up
and then deciding to depart. In storms and
at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide
around my fathomless arms, I am unable
to understand the forms of my vanity
or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder
in my hand and the sun sinking. To

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