“I am moved by the multitudes of your intelligence and sometimes, returning, I become the sea— in love with your speed, your… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
It is easy to be beautiful; it is difficult to appear so. I admire you, beloved, for the trap you've set. It's… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
I'm becoming the street. Who are you in love with? me? Straight against the light I cross. — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist. — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
“Travel" Sometimes I know I love you better than all the others I kiss it’s funny but it’s true and I wouldn’t… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
life perpetuated in parti-colored loves and beautiful lies all in different languages. — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
“You are the sick prince of my cerise innovations and in your drowning caresses I walk the sea” — 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… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
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… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
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
