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1 " Dear:I am dyingwithout you, and I won’t be dying long. But don’t come.Best always,Frank "
― Frank O'Hara , Poems Retrieved
2 " Poem"Suppose that grey tree, so nudeand desperate, began to waltz slowly in time to something weare deaf to in the thickening snow.Would it be merely trying to getwarm and true, as it seems onedoes while dancing, or would this bean invitation from the inanimateworld our bones, trying not to achewith foreboding, seemed to warn us of in early childhood?Then, unenlightened by desire andsatisfied by very real dreams, wewere able briefly, as from a window,to look bravely upon the baroque willof objects, not knowing, in our cleversmile, who really felt the cold.Frank O'Hara, Poems Retrieved (City Lights Publishers; Reprint edition May 7, 2013) Originally published 1977. "
3 " Episode"Dear: The Letter The reason I loved you from the first moment we met isbecause you seemed to hold a certain hostility towards mewhich I mistook for wisdom. I thought you really knew meinstinctively, which is a laugh. But who's laughing? In the heyday of our exceptional excitement with eachother I think you thought I loved you blindly, but actually Iwas just wondering whether you loved me or just saw throughme to yourself. That, of course, is nothing to be sneezed at.I'm not saying that I didn't enjoy (enjoy! how cool I am!)sex with you more than with anyone else in my whole lifeso that it hardly seemed to be with anyone and became some-thing else, like a successful American satellite, but the thoughtof it doesn't exactly nourish me spiritually. Yes, it does. It would still keep me out of a monastery, if Iwere invited to attend one. But this is a message, no time for thinking. The thinking'sbeen done. By you too, baby. I didn't just make this all up.So now that you feel serious and responsible again, what doyou propose to do about it? I'm not putting any return addresson this, and it's being mailed by a "friend" so don't count on thepostmark. I know you don't love me still, I'm not so vain, I justknow that you'll be mightily intrigued. And you are one of thefew living mortals of whom the word "mightily" indicates aquality. You see, even now, I am never ironic. Well, I don't want to sound like a French moralist. I am dyingwithout you, and I won't be dying long. But don't come. Best always, Frank "