You are so serious, as if
a glacier spoke in your ear
or you had to walk through
the great gate of Kiev
to get to the living room.
I worry about this because I
love you. As if it weren’t grotesque
enough that we live in hydrogen
and breathe like atomizers, you
have to think I’m a great architect!
and you float regally by on your
incessant escalator, calm, a jungle queen.
Thinking it a steam shovel. Looking
a little uneasy. But you are yourself
again, yanking silver beads off your neck.
Remember, the Russian Easter Overture
is full of bunnies. Be always high,
full of regard and honor and lanolin. Oh
ride horseback in pink linen, be happy!
and ride with your beads on, because it rains.
I’m getting into the collected poems of frank o hara. there are several friends he refers to that I would like some background info on. This poem is a good example. Does anyone know who vr lang is or where i can get info on her and other o hara persons/motifs?