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Dear:

I am dying
without you, and I won't be dying long. But don't come.

Best always,
Frank

The beauty of America, neither cool jazz nor devoured Egyptian
heroes, lies in
lives in the darkness I inhabit in the midst of sterile millions

I call
to the spirits of other lands to make fecund my existence

I am always tying up
and then deciding to depart.

And I have mastered the speed and strength which is the
armor of the world.

I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab
which is typical
and not just of modern life

I'm so damned literary
and at the same time the waters rushing past remind
me of nothing
I'm so damn empty

Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! / You really are beautiful! Pearls, / harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins!

The only truth is face to face, the poem whose words become your
mouth
and dying in black and white we fight for what we love, not are

Oh Lana Turner we love you get up

I can't even find a pond small enough
to drown in without being ostentatious

The poem is at last between two persons instead of two pages. In all modesty, I confess that it may be the death of literature as we know it.

O my enormous piano, you are not like being outdoors

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

I seem to be defying fate, or am I avoiding it?

They were too young then to know what they would ultimately need from a barren and heart-sore life ...

I embraced a cloud,
but when I soared
it rained.

I am ashamed of my century, but I have to smile.

Life perpetuated in parti-colored loves
and beautiful lies all in different languages.

Grace / to be born and live as variously as possible

And don't worry about your lineage poetic or natural.

When
I think of all the things I've been thinking of
I feel insane

The moon passes into clouds
so hurt by the street lights
of your glance oh my heart

I dislike a great deal of contemporary poetry - all of the past you read is usually quite great - but it is a useful thorn to have in one's side.

To be cool,
decisive,
precise,
yes,
while the barn door hits you in the face

In times of crisis, we must all decide again and again whom we love.

Kerouac: You're ruining American poetry, O'Hara.
O'Hara: That's more than you ever did for it, Kerouac

I don't think I want to win anything I think I want to die unadorned.

There is a geography which holds its hands just so far from the breast and pushes you away, crying so.

... and I'll be happy here and happy there, full
of tea and tears

I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.

A man was the cause of it.
An unarmed man with a weapon.

I wouldn't want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days!

I am moved by the multitudes of your intelligence and sometimes, returning, I become the sea - in love with your speed, your heaviness and breath.

See how free we are! as a nation of persons.

The artificial is always innocent.

And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space.

I am not a painter. I am a poet. / Why? I think I would rather be / a painter, but I am not.

The stars fell one by one into his eyes and burnt.

There's too much lime in the world and not enough gin

I'm becoming
the street.
Who are you in love with?
me?
Straight against the light I cross.

Oh god it's wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much

There were occasionally
rifts in the cloud where the face
of a woman appeared, frowning.

Destroy yourself, if you don't know!

Stars are out and there is sea
enough beneath the glistening earth
to bear me toward the future
which is not so dark. I see.

There should be so much more, not of orange, of words, of how terrible orange is and life.

I love you. I love you,
but I'm turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist.

I wonder if the course of narcissism through the ages would have been any different had Narcissus first peered into a cesspool. He probably did.

My heart is in my/ pocket. It is poems by Pierre Reverdy.

That's not a run in your stocking, it's a hand on your leg.

Leaf! you are so big!
How can you change your
color, then just fall!
As if there were no
such thing as integrity!

... my words are love
which willfully parades in
its room, refusing to move.

It may be the coldest day of The year, what does he think of That? I mean, what do I? And if I do, Perhaps I am myself again.

all I want is a room up there
and you in it

If you don't appear
at all one day they think you're lazy
or dead.

You just go on your nerve.

Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under
them, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves.

Pain always produces logic, which is very bad for you.

I have been to lots of parties and acted perfectly disgraceful but I never actually collapsed oh Lana Turner we love you get up

Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.