Tag: frank o’hara
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O’Hara
Love, be sick as I am sick.Hold the door for a stranger.Tell it to the chicken hawkone thousand miles away. Hesitate and let the wind pinchthat blanket of sawdust we lefton our patio. Who even rememberswhat we were trying to build? Lift me, as you lift the sky,and I will still choose to lay my…
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Penguin Anthology of 20th Century American Poetry
I used to be a poet. Of sorts. At least I used to think of myself in that way when I was young. Now as an adult I rarely find time for poetry, rarely make time to think high thoughts and enjoy language for its primary purpose: intimacy. We tend to favor language for persuasion…