{"id":166,"date":"2021-06-07T13:24:29","date_gmt":"2021-06-07T17:24:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.ryerson.ca\/poetryandpoetics\/?post_type=chapter&p=166"},"modified":"2022-02-17T12:02:43","modified_gmt":"2022-02-17T17:02:43","slug":"frank-ohara","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/poetryandpoetics\/chapter\/frank-ohara\/","title":{"raw":"Frank O\u2019Hara","rendered":"Frank O\u2019Hara"},"content":{"raw":"

Adieu to Norman, Bon Jour to Joan and Jean-Paul<\/h1>\r\n
It is 12:10 in New York and I am wondering<\/div>\r\n
if I will finish this in time to meet Norman for lunch<\/div>\r\n
ah lunch! I think I am going crazy<\/div>\r\n
what with my terrible hangover and the weekend coming up<\/div>\r\n
at excitement-prone Kenneth Koch's<\/div>\r\n
I wish I were staying in town and working on my poems<\/div>\r\n
at Joan's studio for a new book by Grove Press<\/div>\r\n
which they will probably not print<\/div>\r\n
but it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night<\/div>\r\n
wondering whether you are any good or not<\/div>\r\n
and the only decision you can make is that you did it<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
yesterday I looked up the rue Fr\u00e9micourt on a map<\/div>\r\n
and was happy to find it like a bird<\/div>\r\n
flying over Paris et ses environs<\/div>\r\n
which unfortunately did not include Seine-et-Oise<\/div>\r\n
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as well as a number of other things<\/div>\r\n
and Allen is back talking about god a lot<\/div>\r\n
and Peter is back not talking very much<\/div>\r\n
and Joe has a cold and is not coming to Kenneth's<\/div>\r\n
although he is coming to lunch with Norman<\/div>\r\n
I suspect he is making a distinction<\/div>\r\n
well, who isn't<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
I wish I were reeling around Paris<\/div>\r\n
instead of reeling around New York<\/div>\r\n
I wish I weren't reeling at all<\/div>\r\n
it is Spring the ice has melted the Ricard is being poured<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
we are all happy and young and toothless<\/div>\r\n
it is the same as old age<\/div>\r\n
the only thing to do is simply continue<\/div>\r\n
is that simple<\/div>\r\n
yes, it is simple because it is the only thing to do<\/div>\r\n
can you do it<\/div>\r\n
yes, you can because it is the only thing to do<\/div>\r\n
blue light over the Bois de Boulogne it continues<\/div>\r\n
the Seine continues<\/div>\r\n
the Louvre stays open it continues it hardly closes at all<\/div>\r\n
the Bar Am\u00e9ricain continues to be French<\/div>\r\n
de Gaulle continues to be Algerian as does Camus<\/div>\r\n
Shirley Goldfarb continues to be Shirley Goldfarb<\/div>\r\n
and Jane Hazan continues to be Jane Freilicher (I think!)<\/div>\r\n
and Irving Sandler continues to be the balayeur des artistes<\/div>\r\n
and so do I (sometimes I think I'm \"in love\" with painting)<\/div>\r\n
and surely the Piscine Deligny continues to have water in it<\/div>\r\n
and the Flore continues to have tables and newspapers<\/div>\r\n
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and surely we shall not continue to be unhappy<\/div>\r\n
we shall be happy<\/div>\r\n
but we shall continue to be ourselves everything<\/div>\r\n
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Ren\u00e9 Char, Pierre Reverdy, Samuel Beckett it is possible isn't it<\/div>\r\n
I love Reverdy for saying yes, though I don't believe it<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n

Ann Arbor Variations<\/h1>\r\n1\r\n\r\nWet heat drifts through the afternoon\r\nlike a campus dog, a fraternity ghost\r\nwaiting to stay home from football games.\r\nThe arches are empty clear to the sky.\r\n\r\nExcept for the leaves: those lashes of our\r\nthinking and dreaming and drinking sight.\r\nThe spherical radiance, the Old English\r\nlook, the sum of our being, \"hath perced\r\nto the roote\" all our springs and falls\r\nand now rolls over our limpness, a daily\r\ndragon. We lose our health in a love\r\nof color, drown in a fountain of myriads,\r\n\r\nas simply as children. It is too hot,\r\nour birth was given up to screaming. Our\r\nlife on these street lawns seems silent.\r\nThe leaves chatter their comparisons\r\n

Augustus<\/h1>\r\nRead Augustus<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Aus Einem April<\/h1>\r\nRead Aus Einem April<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Ave Maria<\/h1>\r\n
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Mothers of America<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 let your kids go to the movies!<\/div>\r\n
get them out of the house so they won\u2019t know what you\u2019re up to<\/div>\r\n
it\u2019s true that fresh air is good for the body<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 but what about the soul<\/div>\r\n
that grows in darkness, embossed by silvery images<\/div>\r\n
and when you grow old as grow old you must<\/div>\r\n
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they won\u2019t criticize you they won\u2019t know<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0they\u2019ll be in some glamorous country<\/div>\r\n
they first saw on a Saturday afternoon or playing hookey<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
they may even be grateful to you<\/div>\r\n
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which only cost you a quarter<\/div>\r\n
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they will know where candy bars come from<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and gratuitous bags of popcorn<\/div>\r\n
as gratuitous as leaving the movie before it\u2019s over<\/div>\r\n
with a pleasant stranger whose apartment is in the Heaven on Earth Bldg<\/div>\r\n
near the Williamsburg Bridge<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 oh mothers you will have made the little tykes<\/div>\r\n
so happy because if nobody does pick them up in the movies<\/div>\r\n
they won\u2019t know the difference<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and if somebody does it\u2019ll be sheer gravy<\/div>\r\n
and they\u2019ll have been truly entertained either way<\/div>\r\n
instead of hanging around the yard<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 or up in their room<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 hating you<\/div>\r\n
prematurely since you won\u2019t have done anything horribly mean yet<\/div>\r\n
except keeping them from the darker joys<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 it\u2019s unforgivable the latter<\/div>\r\n
so don\u2019t blame me if you won\u2019t take this advice<\/div>\r\n
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and your children grow old and blind in front of a TV set<\/div>\r\n
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movies you wouldn\u2019t let them see when they were young<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n

Cambridge<\/span><\/h1>\r\nRead Cambridge<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Chez Jane<\/h1>\r\n
The white chocolate jar full of petals<\/div>\r\n
swills odds and ends around in a dizzying eye<\/div>\r\n
of four o\u2019clocks now and to come. The tiger,<\/div>\r\n
marvellously striped and irritable, leaps<\/div>\r\n
on the table and without disturbing a hair<\/div>\r\n
of the flowers\u2019 breathless attention, pisses<\/div>\r\n
into the pot, right down its delicate spout.<\/div>\r\n
A whisper of steam goes up from that porcelain<\/div>\r\n
urethra. \u201cSaint-Sa\u00ebns!\u201d it seems to be whispering,<\/div>\r\n
curling unerringly around the furry nuts<\/div>\r\n
of the terrible puss, who is mentally flexing.<\/div>\r\n
Ah be with me always, spirit of noisy<\/div>\r\n
contemplation in the studio, the Garden<\/div>\r\n
of Zoos, the eternally fixed afternoons!<\/div>\r\n
There, while music scratches its scrofulous<\/div>\r\n
stomach, the brute beast emerges and stands,<\/div>\r\n
clear and careful, knowing always the exact peril<\/div>\r\n
at this moment caressing his fangs with<\/div>\r\n
a tongue given wholly to luxurious usages;<\/div>\r\n
which only a moment before dropped aspirin<\/div>\r\n
in this sunset of roses, and now throws a chair<\/div>\r\n
in the air to aggravate the truly menacing.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n

The Day Lady Died<\/h1>\r\n
It is 12:20 in New York a Friday<\/div>\r\n
three days after Bastille day, yes<\/div>\r\n
it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine<\/div>\r\n
because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton<\/div>\r\n
at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner<\/div>\r\n
and I don\u2019t know the people who will feed me<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun<\/div>\r\n
and have a hamburger and a malted and buy<\/div>\r\n
an ugly\u00a0<\/span>NEW WORLD WRITING<\/small>\u00a0<\/span>to see what the poets<\/div>\r\n
in Ghana are doing these days<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I go on to the bank<\/div>\r\n
and Miss Stillwagon (first name Linda I once heard)<\/div>\r\n
doesn\u2019t even look up my balance for once in her life<\/div>\r\n
and in the\u00a0<\/span>GOLDEN GRIFFIN<\/small>\u00a0<\/span>I get a little Verlaine<\/div>\r\n
for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do<\/div>\r\n
think of Hesiod, trans. Richmond Lattimore or<\/div>\r\n
Brendan Behan\u2019s new play or\u00a0<\/span>Le Balcon<\/em>\u00a0<\/span>or\u00a0<\/span>Les N\u00e8gres<\/em><\/div>\r\n
of Genet, but I don\u2019t, I stick with Verlaine<\/div>\r\n
after practically going to sleep with quandariness<\/div>\r\n
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and for Mike I just stroll into the\u00a0<\/span>PARK LANE<\/small><\/div>\r\n
Liquor Store and ask for a bottle of Strega and<\/div>\r\n
then I go back where I came from to 6th Avenue<\/div>\r\n
and the tobacconist in the Ziegfeld Theatre and<\/div>\r\n
casually ask for a carton of Gauloises and a carton<\/div>\r\n
of Picayunes, and a\u00a0<\/span>NEW YORK POST<\/small>\u00a0<\/span>with her face on it<\/div>\r\n
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and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of<\/div>\r\n
leaning on the john door in the\u00a0<\/span>5 SPOT<\/small><\/div>\r\n
while she whispered a song along the keyboard<\/div>\r\n
to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing<\/div>\r\n

Dido<\/h1>\r\nRead Dido<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Dolce Colloquio<\/h1>\r\nRead Dolce Colloquio<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

The Eyelid Has Its Storms . . .<\/h1>\r\nRead The Eyelid Has Its Storms . . . <\/a>\u00a0on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

For James Dean<\/h1>\r\nRead For James Dean<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation Site.\r\n

For Janice and Kenneth to Voyage<\/h1>\r\nRead For Janice and Kenneth Voyage<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Homosexuality<\/h1>\r\nRead Homosexuality<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

In Favor of One's Time<\/a><\/h1>\r\nRead In Favor of One's Time<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Intermezzo<\/h1>\r\nRead Intermezzo<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Lisztiana<\/h1>\r\nRead Lisztiana<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

The Man Without a Country<\/h1>\r\nRead The Man Without a Country<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Maurice Ravel<\/h1>\r\nRead Maurice Ravel<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Mayakovsky<\/h1>\r\n
1<\/div>\r\n
My heart\u2019s aflutter!<\/div>\r\n
I am standing in the bath tub<\/div>\r\n
crying. Mother, mother<\/div>\r\n
who am I? If he<\/div>\r\n
will just come back once<\/div>\r\n
and kiss me on the face<\/div>\r\n
his coarse hair brush<\/div>\r\n
my temple, it\u2019s throbbing!<\/div>\r\n
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then I can put on my clothes<\/div>\r\n
I guess, and walk the streets.<\/div>\r\n
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2<\/div>\r\n
I love you. I love you,<\/div>\r\n
but I\u2019m turning to my verses<\/div>\r\n
and my heart is closing<\/div>\r\n
like a fist.<\/div>\r\n
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Words! be<\/div>\r\n
sick as I am sick, swoon,<\/div>\r\n
roll back your eyes, a pool,<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
and I\u2019ll stare down<\/div>\r\n
at my wounded beauty<\/div>\r\n
which at best is only a talent<\/div>\r\n
for poetry.<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
Cannot please, cannot charm or win<\/div>\r\n
what a poet!<\/div>\r\n
and the clear water is thick<\/div>\r\n
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with bloody blows on its head.<\/div>\r\n
I embrace a cloud,<\/div>\r\n
but when I soared<\/div>\r\n
it rained.<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
3<\/div>\r\n
That\u2019s funny! there\u2019s blood on my chest<\/div>\r\n
oh yes, I\u2019ve been carrying bricks<\/div>\r\n
what a funny place to rupture!<\/div>\r\n
and now it is raining on the ailanthus<\/div>\r\n
as I step out onto the window ledge<\/div>\r\n
the tracks below me are smoky and<\/div>\r\n
glistening with a passion for running<\/div>\r\n
I leap into the leaves, green like the sea<\/div>\r\n
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4<\/div>\r\n
Now I am quietly waiting for<\/div>\r\n
the catastrophe of my personality<\/div>\r\n
to seem beautiful again,<\/div>\r\n
and interesting, and modern.<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
The country is grey and<\/div>\r\n
brown and white in trees,<\/div>\r\n
snows and skies of laughter<\/div>\r\n
always diminishing, less funny<\/div>\r\n
not just darker, not just grey.<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
It may be the coldest day of<\/div>\r\n
the year, what does he think of<\/div>\r\n
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,<\/div>\r\n
perhaps I am myself again.<\/div>\r\n

Meditations in an Emergency<\/h1>\r\n
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\r\n\r\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religious as if I were French?\r\n\r\nEach time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there\u2019ll be nothing left with which to venture forth.\r\n\r\nWhy should I share you? Why don\u2019t you get rid of someone else for a change?\r\n\r\nI am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.\r\n\r\nEven trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don\u2019t I? I\u2019m just like a pile of leaves.\r\n\r\nHowever, I have never clogged myself with the praises of pastoral life, nor with nostalgia for an innocent past of perverted acts in pastures. No. One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes\u2014I can\u2019t even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there\u2019s a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally\u00a0<\/span>regret<\/em>\u00a0<\/span>life. It is more important to affirm the least sincere; the clouds get enough attention as it is and even they continue to pass. Do they know what they\u2019re missing? Uh huh.\r\n\r\nMy eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up. It makes me restless and that makes me unhappy, but I cannot keep them still. If only I had grey, green, black, brown, yellow eyes; I would stay at home and do something. It\u2019s not that I am curious. On the contrary, I am bored but it\u2019s my duty to be attentive, I am needed by things as the sky must be above the earth. And lately, so great has\u00a0<\/span>their<\/em>\u00a0<\/span>anxiety become, I can spare myself little sleep.\r\n\r\nNow there is only one man I love to kiss when he is unshaven. Heterosexuality! you are inexorably approaching. (How discourage her?)\r\n\r\nSt. Serapion, I wrap myself in the robes of your whiteness which is like midnight in Dostoevsky. How am I to become a legend, my dear? I\u2019ve tried love, but that hides you in the bosom of another and I am always springing forth from it like the lotus\u2014the ecstasy of always bursting forth! (but one must not be distracted by it!) or like a hyacinth, \u201cto keep the filth of life away,\u201d yes, there, even in the heart, where the filth is pumped in and courses and slanders and pollutes and determines. I will my will, though I may become famous for a mysterious vacancy in that department, that greenhouse.\r\n\r\nDestroy yourself, if you don\u2019t know!\r\n\r\nIt is easy to be beautiful; it is difficult to appear so. I admire you, beloved, for the trap you\u2019ve set. It's like a final chapter no one reads because the plot is over.\r\n\r\n\u201cFanny Brown is run away\u2014scampered off with a Cornet of Horse; I do love that little Minx, & hope She may be happy, tho\u2019 She has vexed me by this Exploit a little too. \u2014Poor silly Cecchina! or F:B: as we used to call her. \u2014I wish She had a good Whipping and 10,000 pounds.\u201d \u2014Mrs. Thrale.\r\n\r\nI\u2019ve got to get out of here. I choose a piece of shawl and my dirtiest suntans. I\u2019ll be back, I'll re-emerge, defeated, from the valley; you don\u2019t want me to go where you go, so I go where you don\u2019t want me to. It\u2019s only afternoon, there\u2019s a lot ahead. There won\u2019t be any mail downstairs. Turning, I spit in the lock and the knob turns.\r\n

The Mike Goldberg Variations<\/h1>\r\nRead The Mike Goldberg Variations<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Noir Cacadou, or the Fatal Music of War<\/h1>\r\nRead Noir Cacadou, or the Fatal Music of War<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

A Note to Harold Fondren<\/h1>\r\nRead A Note to Harold Fondren<\/a>\u00a0on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Now It Is Light . . .<\/h1>\r\nRead Now It Is Light . . .<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

On a Mountain<\/a><\/h1>\r\nRead On a Mountain<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

On Rachmaninoff's Birthday<\/a><\/h1>\r\nRead On Rachmaninoff's Birthday<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

On Seeing Larry Rivers' \"Washington Crossing the Delaware\" at the Museum of Modern Art<\/h1>\r\nRead On Seeing Larry Rivers' \"Washington Crossing the Delaware\" at the Museum of Modern Art<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n

Personal Poem<\/h1>\r\n
Now when I walk around at lunchtime<\/div>\r\n
I have only two charms in my pocket<\/div>\r\n
an old Roman coin Mike Kanemitsu gave me<\/div>\r\n
and a bolt-head that broke off a packing case<\/div>\r\n
when I was in Madrid the others never<\/div>\r\n
brought me too much luck though they did<\/div>\r\n
help keep me in New York against coercion<\/div>\r\n
but now I'm happy for a time and interested<\/div>\r\n
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I walk through the luminous humidity<\/div>\r\n
passing the House of Seagram with its wet<\/div>\r\n
and its loungers and the construction to<\/div>\r\n
the left that closed the sidewalk if<\/div>\r\n
I ever get to be a construction worker<\/div>\r\n
I'd like to have a silver hat please<\/div>\r\n
and get to Moriarty's where I wait for<\/div>\r\n
LeRoi and hear who wants to be a mover and<\/div>\r\n
shaker the last five years my batting average<\/div>\r\n
is .016 that's that, and LeRoi comes in<\/div>\r\n
and tells me Miles Davis was clubbed 12<\/div>\r\n
times last night outside\u00a0<\/span>birdland<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>by a cop<\/div>\r\n
a lady asks us for a nickel for a terrible<\/div>\r\n
disease but we don't give her one we<\/div>\r\n
don't like terrible diseases, then<\/div>\r\n
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we go eat some fish and some ale it's<\/div>\r\n
cool but crowded we don't like Lionel Trilling<\/div>\r\n
we decide, we like Don Allen we don't like<\/div>\r\n
Henry James so much we like Herman Melville<\/div>\r\n
we don't want to be in the poets' walk in<\/div>\r\n
San Francisco even we just want to be rich<\/div>\r\n
and walk on girders in our silver hats<\/div>\r\n
I wonder if one person out of the 8,000,000 is<\/div>\r\n
thinking of me as I shake hands with LeRoi<\/div>\r\n
and buy a strap for my wristwatch and go<\/div>\r\n
back to work happy at the thought possibly so<\/div>\r\n

Places for Oscar Salvador<\/h1>\r\nRead Places for Oscar Salvador<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Poem \"\u00c0 la recherche d\u2019 Gertrude Stein\"<\/h1>\r\n
When I am feeling depressed and anxious sullen<\/div>\r\n
all you have to do is take your clothes off<\/div>\r\n
and all is wiped away revealing life\u2019s tenderness<\/div>\r\n
that we are flesh and breathe and are near us<\/div>\r\n
as you are really as you are I become as I<\/div>\r\n
really am alive and knowing vaguely what is<\/div>\r\n
and what is important to me above the intrusions<\/div>\r\n
of incident and accidental relationships<\/div>\r\n
which have nothing to do with my life<\/div>\r\n
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when I am in your presence I feel life is strong\r\n<\/span><\/div>\r\n
and will defeat all its enemies and all of mine<\/div>\r\n
and all of yours and yours in you and mine in me<\/div>\r\n
sick logic and feeble reasoning are cured<\/div>\r\n
by the perfect symmetry of your arms and legs<\/div>\r\n
spread out making an eternal circle together<\/div>\r\n
creating a golden pillar beside the Atlantic<\/div>\r\n
the faint line of hair dividing your torso<\/div>\r\n
gives my mind rest and emotions their release<\/div>\r\n
into the infinite air where since once we are<\/div>\r\n
together we always will be in this life come what may<\/div>\r\n

Poem (At night Chinamen jump)<\/h1>\r\nAt night Chinamen jump\r\non Asia with a thump\r\n\r\nwhile in our willful way\r\nwe, in secret, play\r\n\r\naffectionate games and bruise\r\nour knees like China\u2019s shoes.\r\n\r\nThe birds push apples through\r\ngrass the moon turns blue,\r\n\r\nthese apples roll beneath\r\nour buttocks like a heath\r\n\r\nfull of Chinese thrushes\r\nflushed from China\u2019s bushes.\r\n\r\nAs we love at night\r\nbirds sing out of sight,\r\n\r\nChinese rhythms beat\r\nthrough us in our heat,\r\n\r\nthe apples and the birds\r\nmove us like soft words,\r\n\r\nwe couple in the grace\r\nof that mysterious race.\r\n

Poem (\"Green things are flowers...\"<\/h1>\r\nRead Poem (\"Green things are flowers...\")<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Poem (\"Hate is only one...\")<\/h1>\r\nRead Poem (\"Hate is only one...\")<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Poem (\"I am not sure...\")<\/h1>\r\nRead Poem (\"I am not sure...\")<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Poem in January<\/h1>\r\nRead Poem in January<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Poem (\"Instant coffee with...\")<\/h1>\r\nRead Poem (\"Instant coffee with...\")<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Poem [\u201cKhrushchev is coming on the right day!\u201d]<\/h1>\r\n \r\n
Krushchev is coming on the right day!<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the cool graced light<\/div>\r\n
is pushed off the enormous glass piers by hard wind<\/div>\r\n
and everything is tossing, hurrying on up<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 this country<\/div>\r\n
has everything but\u00a0<\/span>politesse<\/em>, a Puerto Rican cab driver says<\/div>\r\n
and five different girls I see<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 look like Piedie Gimbel<\/div>\r\n
with her blonde hair tossing too,<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 as she looked when I pushed<\/div>\r\n
her little daughter on the swing on the lawn it was also windy<\/div>\r\n
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last night we went to a movie and came out,<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ionesco is greater<\/div>\r\n
than Beckett, Vincent said, that's what I think, blueberry blintzes<\/div>\r\n
and Khrushcev was probably being carped at<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 in Washington, no<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>politesse<\/em><\/div>\r\n
Vincent tells me about his mother's trip to Sweden<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Hans tells us<\/div>\r\n
about his father's life in Sweden, it sounds like Grace Hartigan's<\/div>\r\n
painting\u00a0<\/span>Sweden<\/em><\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 so I go home to bed and names drift through my<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 head<\/div>\r\n
Purgatorio Merchado, Gerhard Schwartz and Gaspar Gonzales,<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 all unknown figures of the early morning as I go to work<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
where does the evil of the year go<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 when September takes New York<\/div>\r\n
and turns it into ozone stalagmites<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 deposits of light<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 so I get back up<\/div>\r\n
make coffee, and read Fran\u00e7ois Villon, his life, so dark<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 New York seems blinding and my tie is blowing up the street<\/div>\r\n
I wish it would blow off<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 though it is cold and somewhat warms<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 my neck<\/div>\r\n
as the train bears Krushchev on to Pennsylvania Station<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and the light seems to be eternal<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and joy seems to be inexorable<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I am foolish enough always to find it in wind<\/div>\r\n

Poem [\u201cLana Turner has collapsed!\u201d]<\/h1>\r\n
Lana Turner has collapsed!<\/div>\r\n
I was trotting along and suddenly<\/div>\r\n
it started raining and snowing<\/div>\r\n
and you said it was hailing<\/div>\r\n
but hailing hits you on the head<\/div>\r\n
hard so it was really snowing and<\/div>\r\n
raining and I was in such a hurry<\/div>\r\n
to meet you but the traffic<\/div>\r\n
was acting exactly like the sky<\/div>\r\n
and suddenly I see a headline<\/div>\r\n
lana turner has collapsed!<\/span><\/div>\r\n
there is no snow in Hollywood<\/div>\r\n
there is no rain in California<\/div>\r\n
I have been to lots of parties<\/div>\r\n
and acted perfectly disgraceful<\/div>\r\n
but I never actually collapsed<\/div>\r\n
oh Lana Turner we love you get up<\/div>\r\n

Poem [\u201cThe eager note on my door said, \u2018Call me,\u2019\u201d]<\/h1>\r\n
The eager note on my door said \u201cCall me,<\/div>\r\n
call when you get in!\u201d so I quickly threw<\/div>\r\n
a few tangerines into my overnight bag,<\/div>\r\n
straightened my eyelids and shoulders, and<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
headed straight for the door. It was autumn<\/div>\r\n
by the time I got around the corner, oh all<\/div>\r\n
unwilling to be either pertinent or bemused, but<\/div>\r\n
the leaves were brighter than grass on the sidewalk!<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
Funny, I thought, that the lights are on this late<\/div>\r\n
and the hall door open; still up at this hour, a<\/div>\r\n
champion jai-alai player like himself? Oh fie!<\/div>\r\n
for shame! What a host, so zealous! And he was<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
there in the hall, flat on a sheet of blood that<\/div>\r\n
ran down the stairs. I did appreciate it. There are few<\/div>\r\n
hosts who so thoroughly prepare to greet a guest<\/div>\r\n
only casually invited, and that several months ago.<\/div>\r\n

Princess Elizabeth of Bohemia, as Perdita<\/h1>\r\nRead Princess Elizabeth of Bohemia, as Perdita<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Radio<\/h1>\r\nRead Radio<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n
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Rhapsody<\/h1>\r\n
515 Madison Avenue<\/div>\r\n
door to heaven? portal<\/div>\r\n
stopped realities and eternal licentiousness<\/div>\r\n
or at least the jungle of impossible eagerness<\/div>\r\n
your marble is bronze and your lianas elevator cables<\/div>\r\n
swinging from the myth of ascending<\/div>\r\n
I would join<\/div>\r\n
or declining the challenge of racial attractions<\/div>\r\n
they zing on (into the lynch, dear friends)<\/div>\r\n
while everywhere love is breathing draftily<\/div>\r\n
like a doorway linking 53rd with 54th<\/div>\r\n
the east-bound with the west-bound traffic by 8,000,000s<\/div>\r\n
o midtown tunnels and the tunnels, too, of Holland<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
where is the summit where all aims are clear<\/div>\r\n
the pin-point light upon a fear of lust<\/div>\r\n
as agony\u2019s needlework grows up around the unicorn<\/div>\r\n
and fences him for milk- and yoghurt-work<\/div>\r\n
when I see Gianni I know he\u2019s thinking of John Ericson<\/div>\r\n
playing the Rachmaninoff 2nd or Elizabeth Taylor<\/div>\r\n
taking sleeping-pills and Jane thinks of Manderley<\/div>\r\n
and Irkutsk while I cough lightly in the smog of desire<\/div>\r\n
and my eyes water achingly imitating the true blue<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
a sight of Manahatta in the towering needle<\/div>\r\n
multi-faceted insight of the fly in the stringless labyrinth<\/div>\r\n
Canada plans a higher place than the Empire State Building<\/div>\r\n
I am getting into a cab at 9th Street and 1st Avenue<\/div>\r\n
and the Negro driver tells me about a $120 apartment<\/div>\r\n
\u201cwhere you can\u2019t walk across the floor after 10 at night<\/div>\r\n
not even to pee, cause it keeps them awake downstairs\u201d<\/div>\r\n
no, I don\u2019t like that \u201cwell, I didn\u2019t take it\u201d<\/div>\r\n
perfect in the hot humid morning on my way to work<\/div>\r\n
a little supper-club conversation for the mill of the gods<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
you were there always and you know all about these things<\/div>\r\n
as indifferent as an encyclopedia with your calm brown eyes<\/div>\r\n
it isn\u2019t enough to smile when you run the gauntlet<\/div>\r\n
you\u2019ve got to spit like Niagara Falls on everybody or<\/div>\r\n
Victoria Falls or at least the beautiful urban fountains of Madrid<\/div>\r\n
as the Niger joins the Gulf of Guinea near the Menemsha Bar<\/div>\r\n
that is what you learn in the early morning passing Madison Avenue<\/div>\r\n
where you\u2019ve never spent any time and stores eat up light<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n
I have always wanted to be near it<\/div>\r\n
though the day is long (and I don\u2019t mean Madison Avenue)<\/div>\r\n
lying in a hammock on St. Mark\u2019s Place sorting my poems<\/div>\r\n
in the rancid nourishment of this mountainous island<\/div>\r\n
they are coming and we holy ones must go<\/div>\r\n
is Tibet historically a part of China? as I historically<\/div>\r\n
belong to the enormous bliss of American death<\/div>\r\n

Romanze, or the Music Students<\/h1>\r\nRead Romanze, or the Music Students<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Room<\/h1>\r\nRead Room<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Round Objects<\/h1>\r\nRead Round Objects<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Saint<\/h1>\r\nRead Saint<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Serenade<\/h1>\r\nRead Serenade<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

A Step Away from Them<\/h1>\r\n
It\u2019s my lunch hour, so I go<\/div>\r\n
for a walk among the hum-colored<\/div>\r\n
cabs. First, down the sidewalk<\/div>\r\n
where laborers feed their dirty<\/div>\r\n
glistening torsos sandwiches<\/div>\r\n
and Coca-Cola, with yellow helmets<\/div>\r\n
on. They protect them from falling<\/div>\r\n
bricks, I guess. Then onto the<\/div>\r\n
avenue where skirts are flipping<\/div>\r\n
above heels and blow up over<\/div>\r\n
grates. The sun is hot, but the<\/div>\r\n
cabs stir up the air. I look<\/div>\r\n
at bargains in wristwatches. There<\/div>\r\n
are cats playing in sawdust.<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0On<\/div>\r\n
to Times Square, where the sign<\/div>\r\n
blows smoke over my head, and higher<\/div>\r\n
the waterfall pours lightly. A<\/div>\r\n
Negro stands in a doorway with a<\/div>\r\n
toothpick, languorously agitating.<\/div>\r\n
A blonde chorus girl clicks: he<\/div>\r\n
smiles and rubs his chin. Everything<\/div>\r\n
suddenly honks: it is 12:40 of<\/div>\r\n
a Thursday.<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Neon in daylight is a<\/div>\r\n
great pleasure, as Edwin Denby would<\/div>\r\n
write, as are light bulbs in daylight.<\/div>\r\n
I stop for a cheeseburger atJULIET\u2019S\r\n<\/small><\/div>\r\n
CORNER<\/small>. Giulietta Masina, wife of<\/div>\r\n
Federico Fellini,\u00e8 bell\u2019 attrice.<\/em><\/div>\r\n
And chocolate malted. A lady in<\/div>\r\n
foxes on such a day puts her poodle<\/div>\r\n
in a cab.<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 There are several Puerto<\/div>\r\n
Ricans on the avenue today, which<\/div>\r\n
makes it beautiful and warm. First<\/div>\r\n
Bunny died, then John Latouche,<\/div>\r\n
then Jackson Pollock. But is the<\/div>\r\n
earth as full as life was full, of them?<\/div>\r\n
And one has eaten and one walks,<\/div>\r\n
past the magazines with nudes<\/div>\r\n
and the posters forBULLFIGHT<\/small>and<\/div>\r\n
the Manhattan Storage Warehouse,<\/div>\r\n
which they\u2019ll soon tear down. I<\/div>\r\n
used to think they had the Armory<\/div>\r\n
Show there.<\/div>\r\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A glass of papaya juice<\/div>\r\n
and back to work. My heart is in my<\/div>\r\n
pocket, it is Poems by Pierre Reverdy.<\/div>\r\n

Sudden Snow<\/h1>\r\nRead Sudden Snow<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

To the Harbormaster<\/h1>\r\n
I wanted to be sure to reach you;<\/div>\r\n
though my ship was on the way it got caught<\/div>\r\n
in some moorings. I am always tying up<\/div>\r\n
and then deciding to depart. In storms and<\/div>\r\n
at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide<\/div>\r\n
around my fathomless arms, I am unable<\/div>\r\n
to understand the forms of my vanity<\/div>\r\n
or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder<\/div>\r\n
in my hand and the sun sinking. To<\/div>\r\n
you I offer my hull and the tattered cordage<\/div>\r\n
of my will. The terrible channels where<\/div>\r\n
the wind drives me against the brown lips<\/div>\r\n
of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet<\/div>\r\n
I trust the sanity of my vessel; and<\/div>\r\n
if it sinks, it may well be in answer<\/div>\r\n
to the reasoning of the eternal voices,<\/div>\r\n
the waves which have kept me from reaching you.<\/div>\r\n
<\/div>\r\n

To You<\/h1>\r\nRead To You<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

The Tomb of Arnold Schoenberg<\/h1>\r\nRead The Tomb of Arnold Schoenberg<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Unicorn<\/h1>\r\nRead Unicorn<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Variations on Pasternak's \"Mein Liebchen, Was Willst Du Noch Mehr?\"<\/h1>\r\nRead Variations on Pasternak's \"Mein Liebchen, Was Willst Du Noch Mehr?\"<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Walking<\/h1>\r\nRead Walking<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

Walking to Work<\/h1>\r\nRead Walking to Work<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n

A Wreath for John Wheelwright<\/h1>\r\nRead A Wreath for John Wheelwright<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Dido\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Dolce Colloquio\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"The Eyelid Has Its Storms...\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"For James Dean\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"For Janice and Kenneth to Voyage\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Homosexuality\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"In Favor of One's Time\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Intermezzo\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Lisztiana\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"The Man Without a Country\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Maurice Ravel\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Mayakovsky\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Meditations in an Emergency\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"The Mike Goldberg Variations\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Noir Cacadou, or the Fatal Music of War\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"A Note to Harold Fondren\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Now It Is Light...\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"On a Mountain\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"On Rachmaninoff's Birthday\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"On Seeing Larry Rivers' \"Washington Crossing the Delaware\" at the Museum of Modern Art\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Personal Poem\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Places for Oscar Salvador\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Poem '\u00c0 la recherche d\u2019 Gertrude Stein'<\/em>\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Poem (At night Chinamen jump)\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Poem (Green things are flowers...)\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Poem (Hate is only one...)\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Poem (I am not sure...)\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Poem in January\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Poem (Instant coffee with...)\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Poem [\u201cKhrushchev is coming on the right day!\u201d]\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Poem [\"Lana Turner has collapsed!\"] by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Poem [\u201cThe eager note on my door said, \u2018Call me,\u2019\u201d]\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Princess Elizabeth of Bohemia, as Perdita\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Radio\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Rhapsody\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Romanze, or the Music Students\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Room\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Round Objects\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Saint\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Serenade\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"A Step Away from Them\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Sudden Snow\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"To the Harbormaster\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"To You\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"The Tomb of Arnold Schoenberg\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation.<\/a>\r\n\r\n\"Unicorn\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Variations on Pasternak's \"Mein Liebchen, Was Willst Du Noch Mehr?\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Walking\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"Walking to Work\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.\r\n\r\n\"A Wreath for John Wheelwright\" by Frank O'Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.","rendered":"

Adieu to Norman, Bon Jour to Joan and Jean-Paul<\/h1>\n
It is 12:10 in New York and I am wondering<\/div>\n
if I will finish this in time to meet Norman for lunch<\/div>\n
ah lunch! I think I am going crazy<\/div>\n
what with my terrible hangover and the weekend coming up<\/div>\n
at excitement-prone Kenneth Koch’s<\/div>\n
I wish I were staying in town and working on my poems<\/div>\n
at Joan’s studio for a new book by Grove Press<\/div>\n
which they will probably not print<\/div>\n
but it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night<\/div>\n
wondering whether you are any good or not<\/div>\n
and the only decision you can make is that you did it<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
yesterday I looked up the rue Fr\u00e9micourt on a map<\/div>\n
and was happy to find it like a bird<\/div>\n
flying over Paris et ses environs<\/div>\n
which unfortunately did not include Seine-et-Oise<\/div>\n
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as well as a number of other things<\/div>\n
and Allen is back talking about god a lot<\/div>\n
and Peter is back not talking very much<\/div>\n
and Joe has a cold and is not coming to Kenneth’s<\/div>\n
although he is coming to lunch with Norman<\/div>\n
I suspect he is making a distinction<\/div>\n
well, who isn’t<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
I wish I were reeling around Paris<\/div>\n
instead of reeling around New York<\/div>\n
I wish I weren’t reeling at all<\/div>\n
it is Spring the ice has melted the Ricard is being poured<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
we are all happy and young and toothless<\/div>\n
it is the same as old age<\/div>\n
the only thing to do is simply continue<\/div>\n
is that simple<\/div>\n
yes, it is simple because it is the only thing to do<\/div>\n
can you do it<\/div>\n
yes, you can because it is the only thing to do<\/div>\n
blue light over the Bois de Boulogne it continues<\/div>\n
the Seine continues<\/div>\n
the Louvre stays open it continues it hardly closes at all<\/div>\n
the Bar Am\u00e9ricain continues to be French<\/div>\n
de Gaulle continues to be Algerian as does Camus<\/div>\n
Shirley Goldfarb continues to be Shirley Goldfarb<\/div>\n
and Jane Hazan continues to be Jane Freilicher (I think!)<\/div>\n
and Irving Sandler continues to be the balayeur des artistes<\/div>\n
and so do I (sometimes I think I’m “in love” with painting)<\/div>\n
and surely the Piscine Deligny continues to have water in it<\/div>\n
and the Flore continues to have tables and newspapers<\/div>\n
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and surely we shall not continue to be unhappy<\/div>\n
we shall be happy<\/div>\n
but we shall continue to be ourselves everything<\/div>\n
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Ren\u00e9 Char, Pierre Reverdy, Samuel Beckett it is possible isn’t it<\/div>\n
I love Reverdy for saying yes, though I don’t believe it<\/div>\n
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Ann Arbor Variations<\/h1>\n

1<\/p>\n

Wet heat drifts through the afternoon
\nlike a campus dog, a fraternity ghost
\nwaiting to stay home from football games.
\nThe arches are empty clear to the sky.<\/p>\n

Except for the leaves: those lashes of our
\nthinking and dreaming and drinking sight.
\nThe spherical radiance, the Old English
\nlook, the sum of our being, “hath perced
\nto the roote” all our springs and falls
\nand now rolls over our limpness, a daily
\ndragon. We lose our health in a love
\nof color, drown in a fountain of myriads,<\/p>\n

as simply as children. It is too hot,
\nour birth was given up to screaming. Our
\nlife on these street lawns seems silent.
\nThe leaves chatter their comparisons<\/p>\n

Augustus<\/h1>\n

Read Augustus<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Aus Einem April<\/h1>\n

Read Aus Einem April<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Ave Maria<\/h1>\n
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Mothers of America<\/div>\n
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get them out of the house so they won\u2019t know what you\u2019re up to<\/div>\n
it\u2019s true that fresh air is good for the body<\/div>\n
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that grows in darkness, embossed by silvery images<\/div>\n
and when you grow old as grow old you must<\/div>\n
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they won\u2019t criticize you they won\u2019t know<\/div>\n
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they first saw on a Saturday afternoon or playing hookey<\/div>\n
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they may even be grateful to you<\/div>\n
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which only cost you a quarter<\/div>\n
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they will know where candy bars come from<\/div>\n
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as gratuitous as leaving the movie before it\u2019s over<\/div>\n
with a pleasant stranger whose apartment is in the Heaven on Earth Bldg<\/div>\n
near the Williamsburg Bridge<\/div>\n
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so happy because if nobody does pick them up in the movies<\/div>\n
they won\u2019t know the difference<\/div>\n
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and they\u2019ll have been truly entertained either way<\/div>\n
instead of hanging around the yard<\/div>\n
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 hating you<\/div>\n
prematurely since you won\u2019t have done anything horribly mean yet<\/div>\n
except keeping them from the darker joys<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 it\u2019s unforgivable the latter<\/div>\n
so don\u2019t blame me if you won\u2019t take this advice<\/div>\n
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and your children grow old and blind in front of a TV set<\/div>\n
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movies you wouldn\u2019t let them see when they were young<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Cambridge<\/span><\/h1>\n

Read Cambridge<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Chez Jane<\/h1>\n
The white chocolate jar full of petals<\/div>\n
swills odds and ends around in a dizzying eye<\/div>\n
of four o\u2019clocks now and to come. The tiger,<\/div>\n
marvellously striped and irritable, leaps<\/div>\n
on the table and without disturbing a hair<\/div>\n
of the flowers\u2019 breathless attention, pisses<\/div>\n
into the pot, right down its delicate spout.<\/div>\n
A whisper of steam goes up from that porcelain<\/div>\n
urethra. \u201cSaint-Sa\u00ebns!\u201d it seems to be whispering,<\/div>\n
curling unerringly around the furry nuts<\/div>\n
of the terrible puss, who is mentally flexing.<\/div>\n
Ah be with me always, spirit of noisy<\/div>\n
contemplation in the studio, the Garden<\/div>\n
of Zoos, the eternally fixed afternoons!<\/div>\n
There, while music scratches its scrofulous<\/div>\n
stomach, the brute beast emerges and stands,<\/div>\n
clear and careful, knowing always the exact peril<\/div>\n
at this moment caressing his fangs with<\/div>\n
a tongue given wholly to luxurious usages;<\/div>\n
which only a moment before dropped aspirin<\/div>\n
in this sunset of roses, and now throws a chair<\/div>\n
in the air to aggravate the truly menacing.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

The Day Lady Died<\/h1>\n
It is 12:20 in New York a Friday<\/div>\n
three days after Bastille day, yes<\/div>\n
it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine<\/div>\n
because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton<\/div>\n
at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner<\/div>\n
and I don\u2019t know the people who will feed me<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun<\/div>\n
and have a hamburger and a malted and buy<\/div>\n
an ugly\u00a0<\/span>NEW WORLD WRITING<\/small>\u00a0<\/span>to see what the poets<\/div>\n
in Ghana are doing these days<\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I go on to the bank<\/div>\n
and Miss Stillwagon (first name Linda I once heard)<\/div>\n
doesn\u2019t even look up my balance for once in her life<\/div>\n
and in the\u00a0<\/span>GOLDEN GRIFFIN<\/small>\u00a0<\/span>I get a little Verlaine<\/div>\n
for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do<\/div>\n
think of Hesiod, trans. Richmond Lattimore or<\/div>\n
Brendan Behan\u2019s new play or\u00a0<\/span>Le Balcon<\/em>\u00a0<\/span>or\u00a0<\/span>Les N\u00e8gres<\/em><\/div>\n
of Genet, but I don\u2019t, I stick with Verlaine<\/div>\n
after practically going to sleep with quandariness<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
and for Mike I just stroll into the\u00a0<\/span>PARK LANE<\/small><\/div>\n
Liquor Store and ask for a bottle of Strega and<\/div>\n
then I go back where I came from to 6th Avenue<\/div>\n
and the tobacconist in the Ziegfeld Theatre and<\/div>\n
casually ask for a carton of Gauloises and a carton<\/div>\n
of Picayunes, and a\u00a0<\/span>NEW YORK POST<\/small>\u00a0<\/span>with her face on it<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of<\/div>\n
leaning on the john door in the\u00a0<\/span>5 SPOT<\/small><\/div>\n
while she whispered a song along the keyboard<\/div>\n
to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing<\/div>\n

Dido<\/h1>\n

Read Dido<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Dolce Colloquio<\/h1>\n

Read Dolce Colloquio<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

The Eyelid Has Its Storms . . .<\/h1>\n

Read The Eyelid Has Its Storms . . . <\/a>\u00a0on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

For James Dean<\/h1>\n

Read For James Dean<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation Site.<\/p>\n

For Janice and Kenneth to Voyage<\/h1>\n

Read For Janice and Kenneth Voyage<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Homosexuality<\/h1>\n

Read Homosexuality<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

In Favor of One’s Time<\/a><\/h1>\n

Read In Favor of One’s Time<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Intermezzo<\/h1>\n

Read Intermezzo<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Lisztiana<\/h1>\n

Read Lisztiana<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

The Man Without a Country<\/h1>\n

Read The Man Without a Country<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Maurice Ravel<\/h1>\n

Read Maurice Ravel<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Mayakovsky<\/h1>\n
1<\/div>\n
My heart\u2019s aflutter!<\/div>\n
I am standing in the bath tub<\/div>\n
crying. Mother, mother<\/div>\n
who am I? If he<\/div>\n
will just come back once<\/div>\n
and kiss me on the face<\/div>\n
his coarse hair brush<\/div>\n
my temple, it\u2019s throbbing!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
then I can put on my clothes<\/div>\n
I guess, and walk the streets.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
2<\/div>\n
I love you. I love you,<\/div>\n
but I\u2019m turning to my verses<\/div>\n
and my heart is closing<\/div>\n
like a fist.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Words! be<\/div>\n
sick as I am sick, swoon,<\/div>\n
roll back your eyes, a pool,<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
and I\u2019ll stare down<\/div>\n
at my wounded beauty<\/div>\n
which at best is only a talent<\/div>\n
for poetry.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Cannot please, cannot charm or win<\/div>\n
what a poet!<\/div>\n
and the clear water is thick<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
with bloody blows on its head.<\/div>\n
I embrace a cloud,<\/div>\n
but when I soared<\/div>\n
it rained.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
3<\/div>\n
That\u2019s funny! there\u2019s blood on my chest<\/div>\n
oh yes, I\u2019ve been carrying bricks<\/div>\n
what a funny place to rupture!<\/div>\n
and now it is raining on the ailanthus<\/div>\n
as I step out onto the window ledge<\/div>\n
the tracks below me are smoky and<\/div>\n
glistening with a passion for running<\/div>\n
I leap into the leaves, green like the sea<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
4<\/div>\n
Now I am quietly waiting for<\/div>\n
the catastrophe of my personality<\/div>\n
to seem beautiful again,<\/div>\n
and interesting, and modern.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The country is grey and<\/div>\n
brown and white in trees,<\/div>\n
snows and skies of laughter<\/div>\n
always diminishing, less funny<\/div>\n
not just darker, not just grey.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
It may be the coldest day of<\/div>\n
the year, what does he think of<\/div>\n
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,<\/div>\n
perhaps I am myself again.<\/div>\n

Meditations in an Emergency<\/h1>\n
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religious as if I were French?<\/p>\n

Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there\u2019ll be nothing left with which to venture forth.<\/p>\n

Why should I share you? Why don\u2019t you get rid of someone else for a change?<\/p>\n

I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.<\/p>\n

Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don\u2019t I? I\u2019m just like a pile of leaves.<\/p>\n

However, I have never clogged myself with the praises of pastoral life, nor with nostalgia for an innocent past of perverted acts in pastures. No. One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes\u2014I can\u2019t even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there\u2019s a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally\u00a0<\/span>regret<\/em>\u00a0<\/span>life. It is more important to affirm the least sincere; the clouds get enough attention as it is and even they continue to pass. Do they know what they\u2019re missing? Uh huh.<\/p>\n

My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up. It makes me restless and that makes me unhappy, but I cannot keep them still. If only I had grey, green, black, brown, yellow eyes; I would stay at home and do something. It\u2019s not that I am curious. On the contrary, I am bored but it\u2019s my duty to be attentive, I am needed by things as the sky must be above the earth. And lately, so great has\u00a0<\/span>their<\/em>\u00a0<\/span>anxiety become, I can spare myself little sleep.<\/p>\n

Now there is only one man I love to kiss when he is unshaven. Heterosexuality! you are inexorably approaching. (How discourage her?)<\/p>\n

St. Serapion, I wrap myself in the robes of your whiteness which is like midnight in Dostoevsky. How am I to become a legend, my dear? I\u2019ve tried love, but that hides you in the bosom of another and I am always springing forth from it like the lotus\u2014the ecstasy of always bursting forth! (but one must not be distracted by it!) or like a hyacinth, \u201cto keep the filth of life away,\u201d yes, there, even in the heart, where the filth is pumped in and courses and slanders and pollutes and determines. I will my will, though I may become famous for a mysterious vacancy in that department, that greenhouse.<\/p>\n

Destroy yourself, if you don\u2019t know!<\/p>\n

It is easy to be beautiful; it is difficult to appear so. I admire you, beloved, for the trap you\u2019ve set. It’s like a final chapter no one reads because the plot is over.<\/p>\n

\u201cFanny Brown is run away\u2014scampered off with a Cornet of Horse; I do love that little Minx, & hope She may be happy, tho\u2019 She has vexed me by this Exploit a little too. \u2014Poor silly Cecchina! or F:B: as we used to call her. \u2014I wish She had a good Whipping and 10,000 pounds.\u201d \u2014Mrs. Thrale.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve got to get out of here. I choose a piece of shawl and my dirtiest suntans. I\u2019ll be back, I’ll re-emerge, defeated, from the valley; you don\u2019t want me to go where you go, so I go where you don\u2019t want me to. It\u2019s only afternoon, there\u2019s a lot ahead. There won\u2019t be any mail downstairs. Turning, I spit in the lock and the knob turns.<\/p>\n

The Mike Goldberg Variations<\/h1>\n

Read The Mike Goldberg Variations<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Noir Cacadou, or the Fatal Music of War<\/h1>\n

Read Noir Cacadou, or the Fatal Music of War<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

A Note to Harold Fondren<\/h1>\n

Read A Note to Harold Fondren<\/a>\u00a0on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Now It Is Light . . .<\/h1>\n

Read Now It Is Light . . .<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

On a Mountain<\/a><\/h1>\n

Read On a Mountain<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

On Rachmaninoff’s Birthday<\/a><\/h1>\n

Read On Rachmaninoff’s Birthday<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

On Seeing Larry Rivers’ “Washington Crossing the Delaware” at the Museum of Modern Art<\/h1>\n

Read On Seeing Larry Rivers’ “Washington Crossing the Delaware” at the Museum of Modern Art<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Personal Poem<\/h1>\n
Now when I walk around at lunchtime<\/div>\n
I have only two charms in my pocket<\/div>\n
an old Roman coin Mike Kanemitsu gave me<\/div>\n
and a bolt-head that broke off a packing case<\/div>\n
when I was in Madrid the others never<\/div>\n
brought me too much luck though they did<\/div>\n
help keep me in New York against coercion<\/div>\n
but now I’m happy for a time and interested<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
I walk through the luminous humidity<\/div>\n
passing the House of Seagram with its wet<\/div>\n
and its loungers and the construction to<\/div>\n
the left that closed the sidewalk if<\/div>\n
I ever get to be a construction worker<\/div>\n
I’d like to have a silver hat please<\/div>\n
and get to Moriarty’s where I wait for<\/div>\n
LeRoi and hear who wants to be a mover and<\/div>\n
shaker the last five years my batting average<\/div>\n
is .016 that’s that, and LeRoi comes in<\/div>\n
and tells me Miles Davis was clubbed 12<\/div>\n
times last night outside\u00a0<\/span>birdland<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>by a cop<\/div>\n
a lady asks us for a nickel for a terrible<\/div>\n
disease but we don’t give her one we<\/div>\n
don’t like terrible diseases, then<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
we go eat some fish and some ale it’s<\/div>\n
cool but crowded we don’t like Lionel Trilling<\/div>\n
we decide, we like Don Allen we don’t like<\/div>\n
Henry James so much we like Herman Melville<\/div>\n
we don’t want to be in the poets’ walk in<\/div>\n
San Francisco even we just want to be rich<\/div>\n
and walk on girders in our silver hats<\/div>\n
I wonder if one person out of the 8,000,000 is<\/div>\n
thinking of me as I shake hands with LeRoi<\/div>\n
and buy a strap for my wristwatch and go<\/div>\n
back to work happy at the thought possibly so<\/div>\n

Places for Oscar Salvador<\/h1>\n

Read Places for Oscar Salvador<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Poem “\u00c0 la recherche d\u2019 Gertrude Stein”<\/h1>\n
When I am feeling depressed and anxious sullen<\/div>\n
all you have to do is take your clothes off<\/div>\n
and all is wiped away revealing life\u2019s tenderness<\/div>\n
that we are flesh and breathe and are near us<\/div>\n
as you are really as you are I become as I<\/div>\n
really am alive and knowing vaguely what is<\/div>\n
and what is important to me above the intrusions<\/div>\n
of incident and accidental relationships<\/div>\n
which have nothing to do with my life<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
when I am in your presence I feel life is strong
\n<\/span><\/div>\n
and will defeat all its enemies and all of mine<\/div>\n
and all of yours and yours in you and mine in me<\/div>\n
sick logic and feeble reasoning are cured<\/div>\n
by the perfect symmetry of your arms and legs<\/div>\n
spread out making an eternal circle together<\/div>\n
creating a golden pillar beside the Atlantic<\/div>\n
the faint line of hair dividing your torso<\/div>\n
gives my mind rest and emotions their release<\/div>\n
into the infinite air where since once we are<\/div>\n
together we always will be in this life come what may<\/div>\n

Poem (At night Chinamen jump)<\/h1>\n

At night Chinamen jump
\non Asia with a thump<\/p>\n

while in our willful way
\nwe, in secret, play<\/p>\n

affectionate games and bruise
\nour knees like China\u2019s shoes.<\/p>\n

The birds push apples through
\ngrass the moon turns blue,<\/p>\n

these apples roll beneath
\nour buttocks like a heath<\/p>\n

full of Chinese thrushes
\nflushed from China\u2019s bushes.<\/p>\n

As we love at night
\nbirds sing out of sight,<\/p>\n

Chinese rhythms beat
\nthrough us in our heat,<\/p>\n

the apples and the birds
\nmove us like soft words,<\/p>\n

we couple in the grace
\nof that mysterious race.<\/p>\n

Poem (“Green things are flowers…”<\/h1>\n

Read Poem (“Green things are flowers…”)<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Poem (“Hate is only one…”)<\/h1>\n

Read Poem (“Hate is only one…”)<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Poem (“I am not sure…”)<\/h1>\n

Read Poem (“I am not sure…”)<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Poem in January<\/h1>\n

Read Poem in January<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Poem (“Instant coffee with…”)<\/h1>\n

Read Poem (“Instant coffee with…”)<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Poem [\u201cKhrushchev is coming on the right day!\u201d]<\/h1>\n

 <\/p>\n

Krushchev is coming on the right day!<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the cool graced light<\/div>\n
is pushed off the enormous glass piers by hard wind<\/div>\n
and everything is tossing, hurrying on up<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 this country<\/div>\n
has everything but\u00a0<\/span>politesse<\/em>, a Puerto Rican cab driver says<\/div>\n
and five different girls I see<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 look like Piedie Gimbel<\/div>\n
with her blonde hair tossing too,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 as she looked when I pushed<\/div>\n
her little daughter on the swing on the lawn it was also windy<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
last night we went to a movie and came out,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ionesco is greater<\/div>\n
than Beckett, Vincent said, that’s what I think, blueberry blintzes<\/div>\n
and Khrushcev was probably being carped at<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 in Washington, no<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>politesse<\/em><\/div>\n
Vincent tells me about his mother’s trip to Sweden<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Hans tells us<\/div>\n
about his father’s life in Sweden, it sounds like Grace Hartigan’s<\/div>\n
painting\u00a0<\/span>Sweden<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 so I go home to bed and names drift through my<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 head<\/div>\n
Purgatorio Merchado, Gerhard Schwartz and Gaspar Gonzales,<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 all unknown figures of the early morning as I go to work<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
where does the evil of the year go<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 when September takes New York<\/div>\n
and turns it into ozone stalagmites<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 deposits of light<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 so I get back up<\/div>\n
make coffee, and read Fran\u00e7ois Villon, his life, so dark<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 New York seems blinding and my tie is blowing up the street<\/div>\n
I wish it would blow off<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 though it is cold and somewhat warms<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 my neck<\/div>\n
as the train bears Krushchev on to Pennsylvania Station<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and the light seems to be eternal<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and joy seems to be inexorable<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I am foolish enough always to find it in wind<\/div>\n

Poem [\u201cLana Turner has collapsed!\u201d]<\/h1>\n
Lana Turner has collapsed!<\/div>\n
I was trotting along and suddenly<\/div>\n
it started raining and snowing<\/div>\n
and you said it was hailing<\/div>\n
but hailing hits you on the head<\/div>\n
hard so it was really snowing and<\/div>\n
raining and I was in such a hurry<\/div>\n
to meet you but the traffic<\/div>\n
was acting exactly like the sky<\/div>\n
and suddenly I see a headline<\/div>\n
lana turner has collapsed!<\/span><\/div>\n
there is no snow in Hollywood<\/div>\n
there is no rain in California<\/div>\n
I have been to lots of parties<\/div>\n
and acted perfectly disgraceful<\/div>\n
but I never actually collapsed<\/div>\n
oh Lana Turner we love you get up<\/div>\n

Poem [\u201cThe eager note on my door said, \u2018Call me,\u2019\u201d]<\/h1>\n
The eager note on my door said \u201cCall me,<\/div>\n
call when you get in!\u201d so I quickly threw<\/div>\n
a few tangerines into my overnight bag,<\/div>\n
straightened my eyelids and shoulders, and<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
headed straight for the door. It was autumn<\/div>\n
by the time I got around the corner, oh all<\/div>\n
unwilling to be either pertinent or bemused, but<\/div>\n
the leaves were brighter than grass on the sidewalk!<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Funny, I thought, that the lights are on this late<\/div>\n
and the hall door open; still up at this hour, a<\/div>\n
champion jai-alai player like himself? Oh fie!<\/div>\n
for shame! What a host, so zealous! And he was<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
there in the hall, flat on a sheet of blood that<\/div>\n
ran down the stairs. I did appreciate it. There are few<\/div>\n
hosts who so thoroughly prepare to greet a guest<\/div>\n
only casually invited, and that several months ago.<\/div>\n

Princess Elizabeth of Bohemia, as Perdita<\/h1>\n

Read Princess Elizabeth of Bohemia, as Perdita<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Radio<\/h1>\n

Read Radio<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

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Rhapsody<\/h1>\n
515 Madison Avenue<\/div>\n
door to heaven? portal<\/div>\n
stopped realities and eternal licentiousness<\/div>\n
or at least the jungle of impossible eagerness<\/div>\n
your marble is bronze and your lianas elevator cables<\/div>\n
swinging from the myth of ascending<\/div>\n
I would join<\/div>\n
or declining the challenge of racial attractions<\/div>\n
they zing on (into the lynch, dear friends)<\/div>\n
while everywhere love is breathing draftily<\/div>\n
like a doorway linking 53rd with 54th<\/div>\n
the east-bound with the west-bound traffic by 8,000,000s<\/div>\n
o midtown tunnels and the tunnels, too, of Holland<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
where is the summit where all aims are clear<\/div>\n
the pin-point light upon a fear of lust<\/div>\n
as agony\u2019s needlework grows up around the unicorn<\/div>\n
and fences him for milk- and yoghurt-work<\/div>\n
when I see Gianni I know he\u2019s thinking of John Ericson<\/div>\n
playing the Rachmaninoff 2nd or Elizabeth Taylor<\/div>\n
taking sleeping-pills and Jane thinks of Manderley<\/div>\n
and Irkutsk while I cough lightly in the smog of desire<\/div>\n
and my eyes water achingly imitating the true blue<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
a sight of Manahatta in the towering needle<\/div>\n
multi-faceted insight of the fly in the stringless labyrinth<\/div>\n
Canada plans a higher place than the Empire State Building<\/div>\n
I am getting into a cab at 9th Street and 1st Avenue<\/div>\n
and the Negro driver tells me about a $120 apartment<\/div>\n
\u201cwhere you can\u2019t walk across the floor after 10 at night<\/div>\n
not even to pee, cause it keeps them awake downstairs\u201d<\/div>\n
no, I don\u2019t like that \u201cwell, I didn\u2019t take it\u201d<\/div>\n
perfect in the hot humid morning on my way to work<\/div>\n
a little supper-club conversation for the mill of the gods<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
you were there always and you know all about these things<\/div>\n
as indifferent as an encyclopedia with your calm brown eyes<\/div>\n
it isn\u2019t enough to smile when you run the gauntlet<\/div>\n
you\u2019ve got to spit like Niagara Falls on everybody or<\/div>\n
Victoria Falls or at least the beautiful urban fountains of Madrid<\/div>\n
as the Niger joins the Gulf of Guinea near the Menemsha Bar<\/div>\n
that is what you learn in the early morning passing Madison Avenue<\/div>\n
where you\u2019ve never spent any time and stores eat up light<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
I have always wanted to be near it<\/div>\n
though the day is long (and I don\u2019t mean Madison Avenue)<\/div>\n
lying in a hammock on St. Mark\u2019s Place sorting my poems<\/div>\n
in the rancid nourishment of this mountainous island<\/div>\n
they are coming and we holy ones must go<\/div>\n
is Tibet historically a part of China? as I historically<\/div>\n
belong to the enormous bliss of American death<\/div>\n

Romanze, or the Music Students<\/h1>\n

Read Romanze, or the Music Students<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Room<\/h1>\n

Read Room<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Round Objects<\/h1>\n

Read Round Objects<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Saint<\/h1>\n

Read Saint<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Serenade<\/h1>\n

Read Serenade<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

A Step Away from Them<\/h1>\n
It\u2019s my lunch hour, so I go<\/div>\n
for a walk among the hum-colored<\/div>\n
cabs. First, down the sidewalk<\/div>\n
where laborers feed their dirty<\/div>\n
glistening torsos sandwiches<\/div>\n
and Coca-Cola, with yellow helmets<\/div>\n
on. They protect them from falling<\/div>\n
bricks, I guess. Then onto the<\/div>\n
avenue where skirts are flipping<\/div>\n
above heels and blow up over<\/div>\n
grates. The sun is hot, but the<\/div>\n
cabs stir up the air. I look<\/div>\n
at bargains in wristwatches. There<\/div>\n
are cats playing in sawdust.<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0On<\/div>\n
to Times Square, where the sign<\/div>\n
blows smoke over my head, and higher<\/div>\n
the waterfall pours lightly. A<\/div>\n
Negro stands in a doorway with a<\/div>\n
toothpick, languorously agitating.<\/div>\n
A blonde chorus girl clicks: he<\/div>\n
smiles and rubs his chin. Everything<\/div>\n
suddenly honks: it is 12:40 of<\/div>\n
a Thursday.<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Neon in daylight is a<\/div>\n
great pleasure, as Edwin Denby would<\/div>\n
write, as are light bulbs in daylight.<\/div>\n
I stop for a cheeseburger atJULIET\u2019S
\n<\/small><\/div>\n
CORNER<\/small>. Giulietta Masina, wife of<\/div>\n
Federico Fellini,\u00e8 bell\u2019 attrice.<\/em><\/div>\n
And chocolate malted. A lady in<\/div>\n
foxes on such a day puts her poodle<\/div>\n
in a cab.<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 There are several Puerto<\/div>\n
Ricans on the avenue today, which<\/div>\n
makes it beautiful and warm. First<\/div>\n
Bunny died, then John Latouche,<\/div>\n
then Jackson Pollock. But is the<\/div>\n
earth as full as life was full, of them?<\/div>\n
And one has eaten and one walks,<\/div>\n
past the magazines with nudes<\/div>\n
and the posters forBULLFIGHT<\/small>and<\/div>\n
the Manhattan Storage Warehouse,<\/div>\n
which they\u2019ll soon tear down. I<\/div>\n
used to think they had the Armory<\/div>\n
Show there.<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A glass of papaya juice<\/div>\n
and back to work. My heart is in my<\/div>\n
pocket, it is Poems by Pierre Reverdy.<\/div>\n

Sudden Snow<\/h1>\n

Read Sudden Snow<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

To the Harbormaster<\/h1>\n
I wanted to be sure to reach you;<\/div>\n
though my ship was on the way it got caught<\/div>\n
in some moorings. I am always tying up<\/div>\n
and then deciding to depart. In storms and<\/div>\n
at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide<\/div>\n
around my fathomless arms, I am unable<\/div>\n
to understand the forms of my vanity<\/div>\n
or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder<\/div>\n
in my hand and the sun sinking. To<\/div>\n
you I offer my hull and the tattered cordage<\/div>\n
of my will. The terrible channels where<\/div>\n
the wind drives me against the brown lips<\/div>\n
of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet<\/div>\n
I trust the sanity of my vessel; and<\/div>\n
if it sinks, it may well be in answer<\/div>\n
to the reasoning of the eternal voices,<\/div>\n
the waves which have kept me from reaching you.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n

To You<\/h1>\n

Read To You<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

The Tomb of Arnold Schoenberg<\/h1>\n

Read The Tomb of Arnold Schoenberg<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Unicorn<\/h1>\n

Read Unicorn<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Variations on Pasternak’s “Mein Liebchen, Was Willst Du Noch Mehr?”<\/h1>\n

Read Variations on Pasternak’s “Mein Liebchen, Was Willst Du Noch Mehr?”<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Walking<\/h1>\n

Read Walking<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

Walking to Work<\/h1>\n

Read Walking to Work<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n

A Wreath for John Wheelwright<\/h1>\n

Read A Wreath for John Wheelwright<\/a> on the Poetry Foundation site.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Adieu to Norman, Bon Jour to Joan and Jean-Paul” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Ann Arbor Variations” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Augustus” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Aus Einem April” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Ave Maria” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Cambridge” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Chez Jane” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“The Day Lady Died” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Dido” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Dolce Colloquio” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“The Eyelid Has Its Storms…” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“For James Dean” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“For Janice and Kenneth to Voyage” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Homosexuality” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“In Favor of One’s Time” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Intermezzo” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Lisztiana” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“The Man Without a Country” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Maurice Ravel” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Mayakovsky” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Meditations in an Emergency” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“The Mike Goldberg Variations” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Noir Cacadou, or the Fatal Music of War” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“A Note to Harold Fondren” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Now It Is Light…” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“On a Mountain” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“On Rachmaninoff’s Birthday” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“On Seeing Larry Rivers’ “Washington Crossing the Delaware” at the Museum of Modern Art” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Personal Poem” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Places for Oscar Salvador” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Poem ‘\u00c0 la recherche d\u2019 Gertrude Stein’<\/em>” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Poem (At night Chinamen jump)” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Poem (Green things are flowers…)” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Poem (Hate is only one…)” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Poem (I am not sure…)” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Poem in January” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Poem (Instant coffee with…)” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Poem [\u201cKhrushchev is coming on the right day!\u201d]” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Poem [“Lana Turner has collapsed!”] by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Poem [\u201cThe eager note on my door said, \u2018Call me,\u2019\u201d]” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Princess Elizabeth of Bohemia, as Perdita” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Radio” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Rhapsody” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Romanze, or the Music Students” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Room” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Round Objects” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Saint” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Serenade” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“A Step Away from Them” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Sudden Snow” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“To the Harbormaster” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“To You” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“The Tomb of Arnold Schoenberg” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation.<\/a><\/p>\n

“Unicorn” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Variations on Pasternak’s “Mein Liebchen, Was Willst Du Noch Mehr?” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Walking” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“Walking to Work” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

“A Wreath for John Wheelwright” by Frank O’Hara is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Poetry Foundation<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":299,"menu_order":3,"template":"","meta":{"pb_show_title":"on","pb_short_title":"","pb_subtitle":"","pb_authors":[],"pb_section_license":""},"chapter-type":[],"contributor":[],"license":[],"class_list":["post-166","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"part":54,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/poetryandpoetics\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/166","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/poetryandpoetics\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/poetryandpoetics\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/poetryandpoetics\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/299"}],"version-history":[{"count":16,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/poetryandpoetics\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/166\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":276,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/poetryandpoetics\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/166\/revisions\/276"}],"part":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/poetryandpoetics\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/parts\/54"}],"metadata":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/poetryandpoetics\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/166\/metadata\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/poetryandpoetics\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=166"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"chapter-type","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/poetryandpoetics\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapter-type?post=166"},{"taxonomy":"contributor","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/poetryandpoetics\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/contributor?post=166"},{"taxonomy":"license","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/poetryandpoetics\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/license?post=166"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}