and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT while she whispered a song along the keyboard to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing
1964 Of Billie Holiday. Lunch Poems,'The Day Lady Died'.
Andalways embrace things, people earthsky stars, as I do, freely and withthe appropriate sense of space.Frank O'Hara
The beauty of America, neither cool jazz nor devoured Egyptianheroes, lies inlives in the darkness I inhabit in the midst of sterile millions.Frank O'Hara
It is even inprose, I am a real poet. My poemis finished and I haven't mentionedorange yet It's twelve poems, I callit oranges.Frank O'Hara