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Lunch Poems. Francis Russell " Frank " O'Hara (March 27, 1926 – July 25, 1966) was an American writer, poet, and art critic. A curator at the Museum of Modern Art, O'Hara became prominent in New York City's art world. O'Hara is regarded as a leading figure in the New York School, an informal group of artists, writers, and musicians ...
Francis Russell O'Hara ( Baltimore, 27 de marzo de 1926- Long Island, 25 de julio de 1966) fue un poeta, músico, dramaturgo, crítico de arte estadounidense que, junto con John Ashbery, James Schuyler, Barbara Guest y Kenneth Koch, fue miembro clave de la primera promoción de la Escuela de Nueva York .
From the beginning O'Hara's poetry was engaged with the worlds of music, dance, and painting. In that complex of associations he devised an idea of poetic form that allowed the inclusion of many kinds of events, including everyday conversations and notes about New York advertising signs.
to be out of, forever, neither in nor for! The eyes roll asleep as if turned by the wind. and the lids flutter open slightly like a wing. The world is an iceberg, so much is invisible! and was and is, and yet the form, it may be sleeping. too. Those features etched in the ice of someone.
Frank O’Hara - The Academy of American Poets is the largest membership-based nonprofit organization fostering an appreciation for contemporary poetry and supporting American poets. Born on March 27, 1926, Frank O'Hara was one of the most distinguished members of the New York School of poets.
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Mayakovsky. By Frank O'Hara. 1. My heart’s aflutter! I am standing in the bath tub. crying. Mother, mother. who am I? If he. will just come back once. and kiss me on the face. his coarse hair brush. my temple, it’s throbbing! then I can put on my clothes. I guess, and walk the streets. 2. I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses.
