Aus Einem April by Frank O’Hara

We dust the walls.
And of course we are weeping larks
falling all over the heavens with our shoulders clasped
in someone’s armpits, so tightly! and our throats are full.
Haven’t you ever fallen down at Christmas
and didn’t it move everyone who saw you?
isn’t that what the tree means? the pure pleasure
of making weep those whom you cannot move by your flights!
It’s enough to drive one to suicide.
And the rooftops are falling apart like the applause

of rough, long-nailed, intimate, roughened-by-kisses, hands.
Fingers more breathless than a tongue laid upon the lips
in the hour of sunlight, early morning, before the mist rolls
in from the sea; and out there everything is turbulent and green.

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One thought on “Aus Einem April by Frank O’Hara

  1. I think this poem is achingly beautiful. I may just be feeling particularly emotional right now but I genuinely don’t know another poet like Frank O’Hara, who can make me laugh and then almost cry a moment later.

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