My Heart by Frank O’Hara

Frank O'Hara

My Heart by Frank O’Hara

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Home, finally. Taking a deep breath. Settling in my bed. Good night.

My Heart

Frank O’Hara

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.

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This is from The Selected Poems of Frank O’Hara, edited by Donald Allen, published by Vintage Books, 1974.

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