This busy, unassuming everydayness — “I do this I do that” poems, O’Hara called them — has led some critics to dismiss his poetry as trivial, or to celebrate its ephemeral, spontaneous qualities at the expense of its formal accomplishment.
A photograph of Frank O’Hara, sitting in a butterfly chair, with legs crossed. He smiles at someone off-camera.
Source: Elections - nytimes.com
