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Frank O'Hara - Homosexuality

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So we are taking off our masks, are we, and keeping <br />our mouths shut? as if we'd been pierced by a glance! <br /> <br />The song of an old cow is not more full of judgment <br />than the vapors which escape one's soul when one is sick; <br /> <br />so I pull the shadows around me like a puff <br />and crinkle my eyes as if at the most exquisite moment <br /> <br />of a very long opera, and then we are off! <br />without reproach and without hope that our delicate feet <br /> <br />will touch the earth again, let alone "very soon." <br />It is the law of my own voice I shall investigate. <br /> <br />I start like ice, my finger to my ear, my ear <br />to my heart, that proud cur at the garbage can <br /> <br />in the rain. It's wonderful to admire oneself <br />with complete candor, tallying up the merits of each <br /> <br />of the latrines. 14th Street is drunken and credulous, <br />53 rd tries to tremble but is too at rest. The good <br /> <br />love a park and the inept a railway station, <br />and there are the divine ones who drag themselves up <br /> <br />and down the lengthening shadow of an Abyssinian head <br />in the dust, trailing their long elegant heels of hot air <br /> <br />crying to confuse the brave "It's a summer day, <br />and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world."<br /><br />Frank O'Hara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homosexuality/

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