Frank O'Hara (27 March 1926 – 25 July 1966 / Baltimore, Maryland)
Francis Russell "Frank" O'Hara was an American writer, poet and art critic. He was a member of the New York School of poetry.
Frank O'Hara, the son of Russell Joseph O'Hara and Katherine (née Broderick) was born on March 27, 1926, at Maryland General Hospital, Baltimore and grew up in Grafton, Massachusetts. He attended St. John's High School in Worcester. He grew up believing he had been born in June, but in fact had been born in March, his parents having disguised his true date of birth because he was conceived out of wedlock. He studied piano at the New England Conservatory in Boston from 1941 to 1944 and served in the South Pacific and Japan as a ... more »
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''I lookFrank O'Hara (1926-1966), U.S. poet. Why I Am Not a Painter (l. 7-10). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxf...
up. "You have sardines in it."
"Yes, it needed something there."
''It is even inFrank O'Hara (1926-1966), U.S. poet. Why I Am Not a Painter (l. 24-28). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Ox...
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven't mentioned
orange yet It's twelve poems, I call
''And one has eaten and one walks,Frank O'Hara (1926-1966), U.S. poet. A Step Away from Them (l. 40-44). . . Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and...
past the magazines with nudes
and the posters for bullfight and
the Manhattan Storage Warehouse,
which they'll soon tear down.''
''A glass of papaya juiceFrank O'Hara (1926-1966), U.S. poet. A Step Away from Them (l. 47-49). . . Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and...
and back to work. My heart is in my
pocket, it is Poems by Pierre Reverdy.''