Frank O'Hara

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

Frank O'Hara Poems

1. 1951 1/13/2003
2. A City Winter 1/13/2003
3. A Quiet Poem 1/13/2003
4. A Step Away From Them 1/13/2003
5. A True Account Of Talking To The Sun On Fire Island 1/20/2003
6. Adieu to Norman, Bon Jour to Joan and Jean-Paul 6/24/2017
7. Animals 3/29/2012
8. Ann Arbor Variations 1/13/2003
9. As Planned 1/13/2003
10. At Joan's 1/13/2003
11. At Night Chinamen Jump 1/13/2003
12. Autobiographia Literaria 1/13/2003
13. Ave Maria 1/13/2003
14. Call Me 1/13/2003
15. Chez Jane 6/24/2017
16. Chinamen Jump 1/13/2003
17. Digression On Number 1, 1948 1/13/2003
18. Five Poems 1/23/2015
19. For Grace, After A Party 1/13/2003
20. Having A Coke With You 3/27/2015
21. Homosexuality 1/13/2003
22. In Memory Of My Feelings 1/20/2003
23. Jane Awake 1/13/2003
24. Lines For The Fortune Cookies 1/13/2003
25. Mayakovsky 3/29/2012
26. Meditations In An Emergency 1/13/2003
27. Melancholy Breakfast 1/13/2003
28. Morning 1/13/2003
29. Music 1/13/2003
30. My Heart 1/13/2003
31. On Seeing Larry Rivers' Washington Crossing The Delaware At The Museum Of Modern Art 1/13/2003
32. Personal Poem 3/29/2012
33. Poem (At night Chinamen jump) 6/24/2017
34. Poem (Hate Is Only One Of Many Responses) 1/13/2003
35. Poem (Lana Turner Has Collapsed!) 1/13/2003
36. Poem ["Khrushchev is coming on the right day!"] 6/24/2017
37. Poem ["The eager note on my door said, ‘Call me,'"] 6/24/2017
38. POEM EN FORME DE SAW 11/16/2016
39. Rhapsody 3/29/2012
40. Sleeping On The Wing 3/29/2012

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.

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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.

    34 person liked.
    36 person did not like.
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

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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