Poem (Lana Turner has collapsed!) Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenly it started raining and snowing and you said it was hailing but hailing hits you on the head hard so it was really snowing and… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
I have been to lots of parties and acted perfectly disgraceful but I never actually collapsed oh Lana Turner we love you get up — 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
“It's a bright summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world.” — Frank O'Hara Copy Share
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
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
“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
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
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
“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
“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
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
...but it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night wondering whether you are any good or not and the… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share
There were occasionally rifts in the cloud where the face of a woman appeared, frowning. — Frank O'Hara Copy Share
