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My Heart by Frank O’Hara

Hearts I'm not going to cry all the time
nor shall I laugh all the time,
I don't prefer one "strain" to another.
I'd have the immediacy of a bad movie,
not just a sleeper, but also the big,
overproduced first-run kind. I want to be
at least as alive as the vulgar. And if
some aficionado of my mess says "That's
not like Frank!", all to the good! I
don't wear brown and grey suits all the time,
do I? No. I wear workshirts to the opera,
often. I want my feet to be bare,
I want my face to be shaven, and my heart–
you can't plan on the heart, but
the better part of it, my poetry, is open.

by Frank O'Hara

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Filed under: Poetry

2 Responses - Comments are closed.

  1. Kim says:

    I like this poem, especially the the last 2 lines. Thanks for sharing.

  2. :Thanks for reading!

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