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FLOATING BEAR
A raincoat poem for a grey and wet day in New York City from Frank O'Hara, poet and former curator at the Modern. Taken from issue #29 (1964) of The Floating Bear, edited by Diane Di Prima. -ds
The Party
i asked her why ? she said because she didn't want to would i wait she'd hold my hand if that would help and dance the slow ones with only me its much too late i said-tomorrow's monday -- Max Finstein [Savonarola's Tune, 1959]
For Fair Eleanor
romance sprang from where you kept your court, southerly and easy for song "When the sweet breeze Blows hither from your dwelling Methinks I feel A breath of paradise" I fume against the whole thing, I mean life all of it but, have never once thought suicide. Every red-haired woman makes me turn my head in her direction Christ! i've turned several sets of alternatives over and over it all comes out to the same --husbands and sons chasing all through europe to do each other in, nothing each would not do for you even murder and you, you do push it! -- Max Finstein [Yugen #7, 1961]
Uncollected John Wieners poem.