Lucy Corin: A Poem I Love
Frank O’Hara’s “Morning”
I can read, as I just did, stuffing my face with a disgusting greasy croissant, and I am still totally immersed in the world of this poem which resists weeping so desperately the whole thing feels like spring to me, all desire.


May 23rd, 2009 at 7:11 pm
i just found him a year or so ago and have really enjoyed his poems.