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… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share
I can't even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there's a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It's more important to confirm the least sincere. The clouds… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
“The stars blink like a hairnet that was dropped / on a seat and now it is lying in the alley behind / the… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
“It's a bright summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world.” — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
I don't believe in god, so I don't have to make elaborately sounded structures. ... Pain always produces logic, which is very bad for you. ... As for measure and other technical apparatus, that's just common sense: if you're going to buy a pair of pants you want them to be tight enough so everyone will want to go to… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
“I am moved by the multitudes of your intelligence and sometimes, returning, I become the sea— in love with your speed, your heaviness and… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
When I am feeling depressed and anxious sullen all you have to do is take off your clothes and all is wiped away revealing… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
I don't ... like rhythm, assonance, all that stuff. You just go on your nerve. If someone's chasing you down the street with a… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
“One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes--I can't even enjoy a blade of grass unless… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
“Now That I Am in Madrid I Can Think " I think of you and the continents brilliant and arid and the slender heart you are sharing my share of with the American air as the lungs I have felt sonorously subside slowly greet each morning and your brown lashes flutter revealing two perfect dawns colored by New York see… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share
Kerouac: You're ruining American poetry, O'Hara. O'Hara: That's more than you ever did for it, Kerouac — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
