A Raspberry Sweater

by Frank O Hara

to George Montgomery

It is next to my flesh,
that's why.I do what I want.
And in the pale New Hampshire
twilight a black bug sits in the blue,
strumming its legs together.Mournful
glass, and daisies closing. Hay
swells in the nostrils.We shall go
to the motorcycle races in Laconia
and come back all calm and warm.





Last updated May 12, 2023