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Frank O’Hara

Poem

“Two communities outside Birmingham, Alabama, are
still searching for their dead.” —News Telecast

And tomorrow morning at 8 o’clock in Springfield, Massachusetts,
my oldest aunt will be buried from a convent.
Spring is here and I’m staying here, I’m not going.
Do birds fly? I am thinking my own thoughts, who else’s?

              When I die, don’t come, I wouldn’t want a leaf
              to turn away from the sun— it loves it there.
              There’s nothing so spiritual about being happy
              but you can’t miss a day of it, because it doesn’t last.

So this is the devil’s desire? Well I was born to dance.
It’s a sacred duty, like being in love with an ape,
and eventually I’ll reach some great conclusion, like assumption,
when at last I meet exhaustion in these flowers, go straight up.

Frank O’Hara, The Collected Poems of Frank O’Hara. (University of California Press March 31, 1995)

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