Archivo de la categoría: Poemas

I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world


Having a coke with you…

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my

stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona

partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian

partly because of my love for you partly because of your love for yoghurt partly because of the

fluorescent orange tulips around the birches partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before

people and statuary it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as

unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are

drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles and the portrait

show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did


I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world except possibly for the

Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we

can go together the first time and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of

Futurism just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single

drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me and what good does all the research of the

Impressionists do them when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank or

for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience which is not going to go wasted on me

which is why I am telling you about it

(Frank O’Hara)