Today’s poem is “The Day Lady Died” by Frank O’Hara, from the collection, Frank O’Hara, Selected Poems. The book is available for purchase here.
The Day Lady Died by Frank O’Hara It is 12:20 in New York a Friday three days after Bastille day, yes it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner and I don’t know the people who will feed me I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun and have a hamburger and a malted and buy an ugly NEW WORLD WRITING to see what the poets in Ghana are doing these days I go on to the bank and Miss Stillwagon (first name Linda I once heard) doesn’t even look up my balance for once in her life and in the GOLDEN GRIFFIN I get a little Verlaine for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do think of Hesiod, trans. Richmond Lattimore or Brendan Behan’s new play or Le Balcon or Les Negres of Genet, but I don’t, I stick with Verlaine after practically going to sleep with quandariness and for Mike I just stroll into the PARK LANE Liquor Store and ask for a bottle of Strega and then I go back where I came from to 6th Avenue and the tobacconist in the Ziegfeld Theatre and casually ask for a carton of Gauloises and a carton of Picayunes, and a NEW YORK POST with her face on it and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT while she whispered a song along the keyboard to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing
Prompts:
1. Begin with “It is 12:20 in…” 2. Begin with “I am sweating a lot…” 3. Write a draft describing a day’s errands before taking a trip. 4. This poem describes the day the speaker learns about the death of the jazz singer Billie Holiday. Draft an elegy, a poem that memorializes or honors someone who has died. 5. Write a draft using proper nouns. For example, in this poem, the publications are cited by their titles and authors, the places and people the speaker refers to have specific names, and items he purchases are referred to by their brands: Strega, Gauloises, and Picayunes.
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