vendredi 25 juillet 2008


Alice Neel
Frank O'Hara (1960)
Oil on canvas 
34 x 16 1/8 inches


I've got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey 
mornings with death

in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe

chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow

At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes

I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine

although I never weep
and hold you in my 
heart with a very real
humor you'd be proud of

the parking lot is 
crowded and I stand
rattling my keys the car
is empty as a bicycle

what are you doing now
where did you esat your
lunch and were there
lots of anchovies it

is difficult to think
of you without me in 
the sentence you depress
me when you are alone

Last night the stars 
were numerous and today
snow is their calling 
card I'll not be cordial

there is nothing that 
distracts me music is 
only a crossword puzzle
do you know how it is 

when you are the only
passenger if there is a 
place further from me
I beg you do not go

Frank O'Hara

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