A review by joannaautumn
Lunch Poems by Frank O'Hara

4.0

"The stars blink like a hairnet that was dropped on a seat and now it is lying in the alley behind the theater where my play is echoed by dying voices.

I am really a woodcarver and my words are love which willfully parades in its room, refusing to move."

I had no idea Frank O'Hara existed until a few hours ago. Thank God for random moments in life when you stumble on a writer, a poet even, that writes this good. Seriously though, his poems have that fluidity and structure that makes people interested in looking beneath the surface. But even if they don't — these poems are just wonderful to read aloud.