120 Quotes by Frank O'Hara

The winds will wash you out your hair, my dears.Passions will become turrets, to you.

I am moved by the multitudes of your intelligence and sometimes, returning, I become the sea— in love with your speed, your heaviness and breath.

and do I really want a son to carry on my idiocy past the Horned Gates

… and I’ll be happy here and happy there, fullof tea and tears

… my words are lovewhich willfully parades inits room, refusing to move.

The stars blink like a hairnet that was dropped / on a seat and now it is lying in the alley behind / the theatre where my play is echoed by dying voices.

You are the sick prince of my cerise innovations and in your drowning caresses I walk the sea

Take my big clear eyes into your heart, and thenpump my big clear eyes through your bloodstream, and!stick my big clear eyes on your feet

Welcome me, if you will,as the ambassador of a hatredwho knows its causeand does not envy you your whimof ending him.