Frank O'Hara Quotes

I look up. "You have sardines in it." "Yes, it needed something there." "Oh."
Frank O'Hara (1926-1966), U.S. poet. Why I Am Not a Painter (l. 7-10). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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It is even in prose, I am a real poet. My poem is finished and I haven't mentioned orange yet It's twelve poems, I call it oranges.
Frank O'Hara (1926-1966), U.S. poet. Why I Am Not a Painter (l. 24-28). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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And one has eaten and one walks, past the magazines with nudes and the posters for bullfight and the Manhattan Storage Warehouse, which they'll soon tear down.
Frank O'Hara (1926-1966), U.S. poet. A Step Away from Them (l. 40-44). . . Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and others, eds. (2d ed., 1985) W. W. Norton & Company.
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A glass of papaya juice and back to work. My heart is in my pocket, it is Poems by Pierre Reverdy.
Frank O'Hara (1926-1966), U.S. poet. A Step Away from Them (l. 47-49). . . Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and others, eds. (2d ed., 1985) W. W. Norton & Company.
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down the sidewalk where laborers feed their dirty glistening torsos sandwiches and Coca-Cola, with yellow helmets on. They protect them from falling bricks, I guess.
Frank O'Hara (1926-1966), U.S. poet. A Step Away from Them (l. 3-8). . . Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and others, eds. (2d ed., 1985) W. W. Norton & Company.
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Go back to sleep now Frank, and I may leave a tiny poem in that brain of yours as my farewell.'
Frank O'Hara (1926-1966), U.S. poet. A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island (l. 73-75). . . Harvard Book of Contemporary American Poetry, The. Helen Vendler, ed. (1985) The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press.
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If you don't appear at all one day they think you're lazy or dead.
Frank O'Hara (1926-1966), U.S. poet. A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island (l. 42-44). . . Harvard Book of Contemporary American Poetry, The. Helen Vendler, ed. (1985) The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press.
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And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space.
Frank O'Hara (1926-1966), U.S. poet. A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island (l. 64-67). . . Harvard Book of Contemporary American Poetry, The. Helen Vendler, ed. (1985) The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press.
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'No, go I must, they're calling me.' 'Who are they?' Rising he said "Some day you'll know. They're calling to you too.' Darkly he rose, and then I slept.
Frank O'Hara (1926-1966), U.S. poet. A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island (l. 77-82). . . Harvard Book of Contemporary American Poetry, The. Helen Vendler, ed. (1985) The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press.
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And don't worry about your lineage poetic or natural.
Frank O'Hara (1926-1966), U.S. poet. A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island (l. 45-46). . . Harvard Book of Contemporary American Poetry, The. Helen Vendler, ed. (1985) The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press.
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