Frank O’Hara – Mayakovsky

This poem is beautiful. That line – I love you, / but I’m turning to my verses / and my heart is closing / like a fist – puts a lump in my chest.

Next month, Madden and I are going to see Frank O’Hara: Why I Am Not a Painter at the Southbank, and I am very excited.

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