Sunday, October 17, 2010

but ideas are obscure and nothing should be obscure tonight.
you will live half the year in a house by the sea and half the year in
. . . . .a house in our arms
we peer into the future and see you happy and hope it is a sign that we
. . . . .will be happy too, something to cling to, happiness
the least and best of human attainments.

poem read at joan mitchell's
frank o'hara

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