“One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes--I can't even enjoy a blade of… — 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
The poem is at last between two persons instead of two pages. In all modesty, I confess that it may be the… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
It may be that poetry makes life's nebulous events tangible to me and restores their detail; or conversely, that poetry brings forth… — 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
“willow trees, willow trees they remind me of Desdemona I'm so damned literary and at the same time the waters rushing past… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
Poem (Lana Turner has collapsed!) Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenly it started raining and snowing and you… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
“I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab which is typical and not just of modern life” — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
“Autobiographia Literaria" When I was a child I played by myself in a corner of the schoolyard all alone. I hated dolls… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
“In Favor Of One's Time" The spent purpose of a perfectly marvellous life suddenly glimmers and leaps into flame it's more difficult… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
Too many poets act like a middle-aged mother trying to get her kids to eat too much cooked meat, and potatoes with… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
“I dislike a great deal of contemporary poetry — all of the past you read is usually quite great — but it… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
I am not a painter. I am a poet. / Why? I think I would rather be / a painter, but I am not. — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
the only truth is face to face, the poem whose words become your mouth and dying in black and white we fight… — 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
