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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392832" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rhapsody</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">515 Madison Avenue <br>door to heaven? portal<br>stopped realities and eternal licentiousness<br>or at least the jungle of impossible eagerness<br>your marble is bronze and your lianas elevator cables <br>swinging from the myth of ascending<br>I would join<br>or declining the challenge of racial attractions<br>they zing on (into the lynch, dear friends)<br>while everywhere love is breathing draftily<br>like a doorway linking 53rd with 54th<br>the east-bound with the west-bound traffic by 8,000,000s <br>o midtown tunnels and the tunnels, too, of Holland</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where is the summit where all aims are clear <br>the pin-point light upon a fear of lust<br>as agony's needlework grows up around the unicorn <br>and fences him for milk- and yoghurt-work<br>when I see Gianni I know he's thinking of John Ericson <br>playing the Rachmaninoff 2nd or Elizabeth Taylor <br>taking sleeping-pills and Jane thinks of Manderley <br>and Irkutsk while I cough lightly in the smog of desire <br>and my eyes water achingly imitating the true blue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a sight of Manahatta in the towering needle<br>multi-faceted insight of the fly in the stringless labyrinth <br>Canada plans a higher place than the Empire State Building <br>I am getting into a cab at 9th Street and 1st Avenue <br>and the Negro driver tells me about a $120 apartment <br>&quot;where you can't walk across the floor after 10 at night <br>not even to pee, cause it keeps them awake downstairs&quot;<br>no, I don't like that &quot;well, I didn't take it&quot;<br>perfect in the hot humid morning on my way to work <br>a little supper-club conversation for the mill of the gods</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you were there always and you know all about these things <br>as indifferent as an encyclopedia with your calm brown eyes <br>it isn't enough to smile when you run the gauntlet<br>you've got to spit like Niagara Falls on everybody or<br>Victoria Falls or at least the beautiful urban fountains of Madrid <br>as the Niger joins the Gulf of Guinea near the Menemsha Bar<br>that is what you learn in the early morning passing Madison Avenue <br>where you've never spent any time and stores eat up light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have always wanted to be near it<br>though the day is long (and I don't mean Madison Avenue) <br>lying in a hammock on St. Mark's Place sorting my poems <br>in the rancid nourishment of this mountainous island <br>they are coming and we holy ones must go<br>is Tibet historically a part of China? as I historically <br>belong to the enormous bliss of American death</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+O%27Hara">Frank O'Hara</a><div class=q>
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door to heaven? portal
stopped realities and eternal licentiousness
or at least the jungle of impossible eagerness
your marble is bronze and your lianas elevator cables 
swinging from the myth of ascending
I would join
or decli..."></div>
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