“I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.” ~ Frank O’Hara

Lunch hour! Let’s step into Frank O’Hara’s shoes as he scurries around Manhattan.

STEPS by Frank O'Hara How funny you are today New York like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime and St. Bridget’s steeple leaning a little to the left here I have just jumped out of a bed full of V-days (I got tired of D-days) and blue you there still accepts me foolish and free all I want is a room up there and you in it and even the traffic halt so thick is a way for people to rub up against each other and when their surgical appliances lock they stay together for the rest of the day (what a day) I go by to check a slide and I say that painting’s not so blue where’s Lana Turner she’s out eating and Garbo’s backstage at the Met everyone’s taking their coat off so they can show a rib-cage to the rib-watchers and the park’s full of dancers with their tights and shoes in little bags who are often mistaken for worker-outers at the West Side Y why not the Pittsburgh Pirates shout because they won and in a sense we’re all winning we’re alive the apartment was vacated by a gay couple who moved to the country for fun they moved a day too soon even the stabbings are helping the population explosion though in the wrong country and all those liars have left the UN the Seagram Building’s no longer rivalled in interest not that we need liquor (we just like it) and the little box is out on the sidewalk next to the delicatessen so the old man can sit on it and drink beer and get knocked off it by his wife later in the day while the sun is still shining oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much ~ from Lunch Poems (City Lights Books, 1964)

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No one does ‘New York joie de vivre’ better than Frank O’Hara. Witty, urbane, chatty and endlessly charming, he breezes through his poems with an endearing, off-the-cuff casualness that steals your heart.

While working as a curator at the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) in NYC, he spent his lunch hours wandering around Midtown, chronicling sights, sounds, impressions, whatever was happening in the moment — writing what he called his “I do this, I do that” poems. Packed with pop-culture references, places, friends’ names, and infused with his own brand of humor, these spontaneous, improvisational gems riding on free association read more like spirited chitchat than Poems with a capital P. And that’s precisely what makes them so irresistible.
You move through “Steps” with a fascinated breathlessness; he’s got your full attention from the opening line. What’s this about? Where’s he going next? You may not understand all the specifics, but you’re caught up in his energy and exuberance, and before you know it, there’s Lana and Greta and the Pittsburgh Pirates, and yes, “we’re alive”!
By the time you reach the iconic final stanza, you’re totally disarmed by his direct, earnest declaration of love — simple words without an iota of pretension or sentimentality.

Some say O’Hara had ballet dancer and teacher Vincent Warren in mind when writing “Steps.” He was thought to be the love of O’Hara’s life, a muse who inspired the poet’s finest work.

In this context, the poem’s title, with its opening reference to Ginger Rogers and mention of the dancers in the park with “their tights and shoes in little bags” takes on added meaning.
“Steps” is also a love poem to New York itself, its quick-step rhythm replicating the bustle of the city, its “I can hardly wait to tell you” format an open hearted embrace of the “I’m in love with you, so I love the entire world” euphoria we all covet.
O’Hara broadened poetry’s possibilities with Lunch Poems, widely considered to be his freshest and most accomplished collection. His dazzling tally of reality feels just as immediate and up-to-date now as it did when it was first published 57 years ago.
Step out with me, Frank says, and live.
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The chocolate-cake-baking, fly fishing educator, author, and high stepping poet Mary Lee Hahn is hosting the Roundup at A(nother) Year of Reading. Tap tap tap and cha cha cha over there to check out the full menu of poetic goodness being shared around the blogosphere this week. Happy November!
Now, enjoy some of Fred and Ginger’s high stepping in “Swing Time”:
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Thank you, Jama. I love Frank O’Hara! He is one of my favorite poets and a real inspiration.
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Good to know you’re an O’Hara fan too, Susan!
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Such a lovely post! I always learn so much from you, Jama.
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Thanks, Amy — glad you enjoyed reading about Frank. 🙂
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“oh god it’s wonderful” YES YES YES! So much beauty in the world, let’s enjoy it! Thank you, Jama. xo
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O’Hara’s joy is so infectious, isn’t it? 🙂
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S’wonderful, full of life post Jama, so lively and full of energy. Yes—to O’Hara’s matter of fact casualty! Love the 💃 in Central Park, all the paintings of O’Hara by Elaine de Kooning, Alice Neel, and Larry Rivers, First and last straight out of “Ninth Street Women, “ the 700 + pager I’m still reading… And what fun to see Ginger and Fred fly around the small dance floor, over the gates and out! With smiles and thanks! 😊
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Thanks for joining in on the fun, Michelle. Ninth Street Women sounds fascinating. I’m always open to learning more about female artists, esp. those who never got the credit they deserved.
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“Steps” is a step just far enough…”and in a sense we’re all winning
we’re alive” – Yes! Thank you for putting O’Hara’s joie de vivre in my day, Jama! ❤
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We all need a shot of O’Hara joie de vivre every now and then. 🙂
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How can we not love Ginger and Fred, along with those New York wonders! Beautiful post, Jama, happiness this Friday! Thank you!
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Yay for New York and Fred and Ginger — those old movies are such wonderful, comforting entertainment.
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Oh, Wow, Jama! This post ending with Fred and Ginger dancing lifted my spirits so much! I love New York and to read O’Hara’s poem if to feel a bit more alive. Wonderful! I have to get his book “Lunch Poems.” Thank you.
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Glad the post lifted your spirits, Janice. Enjoy Lunch Poems!
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Love this post and O’Hara’s poem. I’ll have to check out this book.
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O’Hara’s poetry is distinctive and out-of-the-box. Love how it remains fresh and surprising through time.
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Indeed, a spirited (and spirit-lifting) jaunt through NYC – I wasn’t familair with O’Hara, so thanks for sharing this!
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Recently I’ve been on a New York School poets kick — O’Hara, Kenneth Koch, Joe Brainard, et. al. Fascinating coterie of artists.
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Thank you, Jama! Such movement and joy for Poetry Friday. I wasn’t introduced to O’Hara’s poetry until a few years ago and wondered why I hadn’t read any before. ❤️
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He’s one poet you never forget once you’ve read his work. I’ve featured a couple of other O’Hara poems here on the blog before and love them all. 🙂
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Thank you for affirming my experience reading this poem. I did “not understand all the specifics, but you’re [I definitely got] caught up in his energy and exuberance.” And that ending! Yes, yes, YES! (except substitute “eat too much leftover Halloween candy” for “smoke too many cigarettes.”) And now I’m off to read more Frank O’Hara!
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The fact that he includes specifics I’m not familiar with doesn’t deter me from enjoying his poetry. In fact, I’ve learned a lot from looking up some of those references and seeing how all the pieces fit together. 🙂
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I love going back and finding poets I’d kind of forgotten. There’s always so much new, but it’s a lovely revisit and I love the details you bring out in your explanations. There’s just a pulse and a brightness to any city, and he just burnishes his NY experience and makes it shine.
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Yes, pulse and brightness and burnishing!! It also feels comforting to read his work in some ways because it makes me remember a time before our country was truly falling apart. And yet, I’m sure he faced many challenges being a gay man in the 50’s and 60s.
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So much to love in this post! Thank you, Jama for being the researcher and story teller you are. My goodness, how do you do it? Your post last week led to my sillies with Hamish. I couldn’t help it!
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I LOVE Hamish and his Auld Ox Tale. He was there at the beginning and is so modest about his pivotal role in birthing the letter A. 🙂
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Jama, thanks for taking the time to express some of what I adore about Frank O’Hara–the person, the figure, the poet. From Frank I learned that the exclamation mark is not to be eschewed by the serious poet, that bits through accumulation form an emotional whole. Delighted!
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Glad you’re a big O’Hara fan too, Heidi. To be a fly on the wall at one of the New York School poets’ gatherings!
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Your fascinating post led me to do some O’Hara digging. Did you know his roommate at Harvard was Edward Gorey? What interesting conversations they may have had once upon a time! Thanks Jama.
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Yes, I did know about Gorey and thought the same thing. That would make a fascinating movie — Gorey and O’Hara in their college days. 🙂
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I agree with Frank O’Hara – all I want is boundless love, too! I love his wry humor – “even the stabbings” – and the way he embraces city life and the hurry and bustle of it. Thank you for this! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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Count me in on the boundless love too. I imagine he was quite the character and bon vivant in his day.
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“…in a sense we’re all winning/we’re alive” — oh, yes. And the exuberance of that final stanza. Gotta love a Frank O’Hara poem for all its frankness and Frankness. Thanks, Jama, for a wonderful way to start my Monday. (Feeling glad that I’m running behind on Poetry Friday posts.) 🙂
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I love “Frankness.” Perfect!
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