Frank O'Hara at
a rail station.
Fifty years ago
for the summer.
We left Federal
Court yesterday
not somber, but
seeing simpler.
Just when I was getting completely through
dried out, balled up, anxious and empty
like a gulch in a John Huston movie
I went to see Strange Interlude and began
to go away for a weekend on the beach
into that theatre again and again
now I have a pot of basil a friend gave
me and am reading Keats again and realize
that everything is impossible in a different way
well so what, but there's a difference
between a window and a wall again.
Frank O'Hara
Again, John Keats, Or
The Pot of Basil
MS 8 June 1963
Ephemeris 2
May 1969
Donald Allen
Editor
The Collected Poems of
Frank O'Hara
op. cit.
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