Sunday, April 15, 2012

Family silver

            .. Ah!
reader! you open the page
my poems stare at you you
stare back, do you not? my
poems speak on the silver
of your eyes your eyes repeat
them to your lover's this
very night. Over your naked
shoulder the improving stars
read my poems and flash
them onward to a friend.


Frank O'Hara
A Pleasant Thought from Whitehead
Donald Allen, editor
The Collected Poems
  of Frank O'Hara
op. cit.

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