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Written by: Frank O'Hara | Biography
 | Quotes (2) |
It's not so much 
abstractions are available:
the lofty period of the mind
ending a sentence while the pain endures:
departures absences.

And you are still on the dock 
the smoke hasn't cleared in The Narrows 
At noon I sit in Jim's Place waiting for George
Who is mopping the stage up 
While two girls cry in the last row.

I think they got laid last night.
But who didn't? it was a spring night.
Probably George did too.

And now the ship has gone
beyond come sheets windows streets telephones and noises:
to where I cannot go 
not even a long distance swimmer like myself.



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