poet Frank O'Hara

Frank O'Hara

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In Memory Of My Feelings

My quietness has a man in it, he is transparent
and he carries me quietly, like a gondola, through the streets.
He has several likenesses, like stars and years, like numerals.

My quietness has a number of naked selves,
so many pistols I have borrowed to protect myselves
from creatures who too readily recognize my weapons
and have murder in their heart!
though in winter
they are warm as roses, in the desert
taste of chilled anisette.
At times, withdrawn,
I rise into the cool skies
and gaze on at the imponderable world with the simple identification
of my colleagues, the mountains. Manfred climbs to my nape,
speaks, but I do not hear him,
I'm too blue.
An elephant takes up his trumpet,
money flutters from the windows of cries, silk stretching its mirror
across shoulder blades. A gun is "fired."
One of me rushes
to window #13 and one of me raises his whip and one of me
flutters up from the center of the track amidst the pink flamingoes,
and underneath their hooves as they round the last turn my lips
are scarred and brown, brushed by tails, masked in dirt's lust,
definition, open mouths gasping for the cries of the bettors for the lungs
of earth.
So many of my transparencies could not resist the race!
Terror in earth, dried mushrooms, pink feathers, tickets,
a flaking moon drifting across the muddied teeth,
the imperceptible moan of covered breathing,
love of the serpent!
I am underneath its leaves as the hunter crackles and pants
and bursts, as the barrage balloon drifts behind a cloud
and animal death whips out its flashlight,
and slipping the glove off the trigger hand. The serpent's eyes
redden at sight of those thorny fingernails, he is so smooth!
My transparent selves
flail about like vipers in a pail, writhing and hissing
without panic, with a certain justice of response
and presently the aquiline serpent comes to resemble the Medusa.

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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  • Ernest Gilbert (12/25/2018 10:34:00 PM)

    This is the poem I read to pull myself close to O'Hara and hold: partly because it reminds me how important his poetry is to me, partly because I remember my feelings, partly because orange is the new black and because what I see and feel turns hopelessly into words, partly because of how he goes on his nerves, and (fifth) partly because it’s always a bright summer day …

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (12/25/2018 11:44:00 AM)

    A great poem indeed. tony

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  • Paresh ChakraParesh Chakra (12/9/2018 10:47:00 AM)

    It is a very lovely poem

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  • Charles Hartman (12/16/2017 11:16:00 AM)

    This is just the FIRST SECTION of the poem!

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  • B M (4/23/2009 3:08:00 PM)

    Watch out - this isnt the full poem. This is actually part one in a five part poem.

    just as a heads up

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