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All Frank O'Hara Quotes Heart quotes Lying Pain Past Running
I loved her fright, which was against me into the air! and the diamond white of her forelock which seemed to smart with thoughts as my heart smarted with life! and she'd toss her head with the pain and paw the air and

I loved her fright, which was against me into the air! and the diamond white of her forelock which seemed to smart with thoughts as my heart smarted with life! and she'd toss her head with the pain and paw the air and champ the bit, as if I were Endymion and she, moon-like, hated to love me.

Frank O'Hara
Pain, Smart, Heart
Frank O'Hara (1967). “Meditations in an Emergency”, p.12, Grove Press

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

Frank O'Hara
Love You, Heart, Fists
Frank O'Hara (1995). “The Collected Poems of Frank O'Hara”, p.201, Univ of California Press

Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there'll be nothing left with which to venture forth. Why should I share you? Why don't you get rid of someone else for a change?

Frank O'Hara
Heart, Names, Broken
Frank O'Hara (1995). “The Collected Poems of Frank O'Hara”, p.197, Univ of California Press

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

Frank O'Hara
Heart, Pockets, My Heart
Frank O'Hara, John Ashbery (2014). “Lunch Poems: 50th Anniversary Edition”, p.13, City Lights Books

My Heart 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.

Frank O'Hara
Running, Heart, Feet
Frank O'Hara (1995). “The Collected Poems of Frank O'Hara”, p.231, Univ of California Press

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