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The Collected Poems of Frank O'Hara

This volume includes a selection of O'Hara's works, showcasing his unique style and contributions to the American poetry scene. more

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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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