The Daily Poem: My Heart
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Your support makes all the difference.For copyright reasons we are not able to provide the full text of the poem on this database. Following are the details of the publication in which it appears.
Born in Maryland in 1926, Frank O'Hara studied first music, then English at Harvard, publishing his first book of poems in 1952. He worked at the Museum of Modern Art in New York, edited Art News, wrote extensively on painting, and pursued his interest in theatre. He died in 1966. Most of his poetry, collected by Donald Allen, appeared posthumously. This poem is from Selected Poems edited by Donald Allen, originally published by Carcanet, and now published in paperback by Penguin at pounds 8.99.
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