Having A Coke With You by Frank O'Hara.

First of all, sorry for the late post. A very late one. I've been dealing with some stuff: boyfriends, friends, studies... And I ended up with a single status, a major 'sandcastle' issues, and... waiting for my thesis test. So far, my life has been... You get the idea. :)

But this maybe a chance to turn things around. To not depend on anyone or anything except my own actions. So... in a way, I'm kinda excited, despite I am in my low point of life. And speaking of which, the poem that I mentioned in the title is one of the things that lifted me up. Sweet and lovely. Maybe I shouldn't read this, since its obviously about two people falling in love, but it's so nice and soothing that I couldn't stand not showing this to everyone. Hope you enjoy this. :)

HAVING A COKE WITH YOU

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

—Frank O'Hara

A Beautiful Poem for Tonight.

It's crunch time, and... I'm not in the mood for long posts. Jadi biar saya kasih saja salah satu puisi favorit yang sy dpt dr inet, oke? :D

I love this poem. Loooveee it. And you should, too. ^^

M, over and out.