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“an invitation to lunch HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT? when I only have 16 cents and 2 packages of yoghurt there's a lesson in that, isn't there like in Chinese poetry when a leaf falls? hold off on the yoghurt till the very last, when everything may improve”

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Lunch Poems

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Frank O'Hara
Frank O'Hara

Frank O'Hara was an American poet, art critic, and editor known for his concise, direct style and depictions of New York City life. His work is often considered part of the New York School of poetry, which emphasizes the details of everyday life and the modern urban experience. more

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