Frank O'Hara
The Poetry of Frank O'Hara
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2020 OK Publishing
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Table of Contents
MEDITATIONS IN AN EMERGENCY
Table of Contents
Poem: "The eager note on my door..."
To the Film industry in Crisis
Poem: "At night Chinamen jump"
Poem: "There I could never be a boy"
On Looking at "La Grande Jatte," the Czar Wept Anew
Romanze, or The Music Students
On Seeing Larry Rivers' "Washington Crossing the Delaware" at the Museum of Modern Art
For Janice and Kenneth to Voyage
To the Harbormaster
I wanted to be sure to reach you;
though my ship was on the way it got caught
in some moorings. I am always tying up
and then deciding to depart. In storms and
at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide
around my fathomless arms, I am unable
to understand the forms of my vanity
or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder
in my hand and the sun sinking. To
you I offer my hull and the tattered cordage
of my will. The terrible channels where
the wind drives me against the brown lips
of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet
I trust the sanity of my vessel; and
if it sinks it may well be in answer
to the reasoning of the eternal voices,
the waves which have kept me from reaching you.
Poem: "The eager note on my door..."
The eager note on my door said "Call me,
call when you get in!" so I quickly threw
a few tangerines into my overnight bag,
straightened my eyelids and shoulders, and
headed straight for the door. It was autumn
by the time I got around the corner, oh all
unwilling to be either pertinent or bemused, but
the leaves were brighter than grass on the sidewalk!
Funny, I thought, that the lights are on this late