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		<title>Poetry for Morning {Frank O&#8217;Hara}</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Morning by Frank O&#8217;Hara notes. 1. the last line of each stanza is often a mid-sentence break, which continues in the stanza below. insert mental punctuation where it gets confusing. for example, the first stanzas: I&#8217;ve got to tell you how I love you always. I think of it on grey mornings, with death in [...]]]></description>
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<p><strong><em>by Frank O&#8217;Hara</em></strong></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px;">notes.</p>
<p style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="vertical-align: top;">1. the last line of each stanza is often a mid-sentence break, which continues in the stanza below. insert mental punctuation where it gets confusing. for example, the first stanzas: I&#8217;ve got to tell you how I love you always. I think of it on grey mornings, with death in my mouth. The tea is never hot enough then, and the cigarette dry. The maroon robe chills me. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="vertical-align: top;">2. the feeling, often expressed in cliched phrases &#8211; I love you always, I need you, I miss you always &#8211; is balanced by the little details, the particulars, the things that don&#8217;t seem to fit a love poem, exactly, but they end up making it more real: the buses glow, I stand rattling my keys, were there lots of anchovies.</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="vertical-align: top;">3. the words in this poem are simple; the verbs are &#8220;to be&#8221; verbs or very low-key action verbs, such as &#8220;look,&#8221; &#8220;hold,&#8221; &#8220;stand.&#8221; Even though we end up with several different place images (the speaker&#8217;s home, the dock, the city streets, the parking lot, the beach, the night sky), we don&#8217;t notice the movement as much as the the same feeling of loneliness and longing that stays present in the whole poem. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="vertical-align: top;">4. the last stanza &#8211; the culmination of these feelings &#8211; feels right because the earlier poem gives us &#8220;passenger&#8221; images: buses, car, bicycle. So when we get to that metaphor, it clicks into place and reiterates (without repeating) both the feelings and the images of the poem.</span><!--EndFragment--></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333;">I&#8217;ve got to tell you
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how I love you always<br />
I think of it on grey<br />
mornings with death</span></p>
<p>in my mouth the tea<br />
is never hot enough<br />
then and the cigarette<br />
dry the maroon robe</p>
<p>chills me I need you<br />
and look out the window<br />
at the noiseless snow</p>
<p>At night on the dock<br />
the buses glow like<br />
clouds and I am lonely<br />
thinking of flutes</p>
<p>I miss you always<br />
when I go to the beach
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the sand is wet with<br />
tears that seem mine</p>
<p>although I never weep<br />
and hold you in my<br />
heart with a very real<br />
humor you&#8217;d be proud of</p>
<p>the parking lot is
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crowded and I stand<br />
rattling my keys the car
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is empty as a bicycle</p>
<p>what are you doing now<br />
where did you eat your<br />
lunch and were there<br />
lots of anchovies it</p>
<p>is difficult to think<br />
of you without me in<br />
the sentence you depress<br />
me when you are alone</p>
<p>Last night the stars<br />
were numerous and today<br />
snow is their calling<br />
card I&#8217;ll not be cordial</p>
<p>there is nothing that<br />
distracts me music<span style="color: #000000;"></span> is<br />
only a crossword puzzle<br />
do you know how it is</p>
<p>when you are the only<br />
passenger if there is a<br />
place further from me<br />
I beg you do not go</p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333;">Images courtesy of 
<a  href="http://www.sxc.hu/profile/igord3" onclick="javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview('/external/www.sxc.hu/profile/igord3');" >Igor Dugonjic</a> and 
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