Poet

Frank O'Hara

35 poems in the collection

1951 Alone at night A City Winter 1 An Abortion Do not bathe her in blood, Ann Arbor Variations 1 A Quiet Poem When music is far enough away As Planned After the first glass of vodka A Step Away From Them It's my lunch hour, so I go At Joan's It is almost three At Night Chinamen Jump At night Chinamen jump A True Account Of Talking To The Sun At Fire Island The Sun woke me this morning loud Autobiographia Literaria When I was a child Ave Maria Mothers of America Call Me The eager note on my door said "Call me," Chinamen Jump At night Chinamen jump Digression On Number 1, 1948 I am ill today but I am not For Grace, After A Party You do not always know what I am feeling. Homosexuality So we are taking off our masks, are we, and keeping Jane Awake The opals hiding your lids Lines For The Fortune Cookies I think you're wonderful and so does everyone else. Meditations In An Emergency Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religious Melancholy Breakfast Melancholy breakfast Morning I've got to tell you Music If I rest for a moment near The Equestrian My Heart I'm not going to cry all the time On Seeing Larry Rivers' Washington... Now that our hero has come back to us Poem (Hate Is Only One Of Many Responses) Hate is only one of many responses Poem (Lana Turner has collapsed!) Lana Turner has collapsed! Song (Did you see me walking by the Buick Repairs?) Did you see me walking by the Buick Repairs? Song (Is it dirty) Is it dirty Spleen I know so much Steps How funny you are today New York The Day Lady Died It is 12:20 in New York a Friday To The Harbormaster I wanted to be sure to reach you; V.R. Lang You are so serious, as if Why I Am Not A Painter I am not a painter, I am a poet.

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