Collections of American poet Francis Russell O'Hara include Meditations in an Emergency (1957) and Lunch Poems (1964); playfulness, irony, sophistication, and a shared interest in the visual arts mark works of the New York School, an active group that included O'Hara during the 1950s and 1960s.
Parents reared O'Hara in Grafton, Massachusetts. O'Hara served in the south Pacific and Japan as a sonar man on the destroyer United States Ship Nicholas during World War II.
With the funding, made available to veterans, he attended Harvard University and roomed with artist-writer Edward Gorey. He majored in music and composed some works despite his irregular attendance was and his disparate interests. Visual art and contemporary music, his first love, heavily influenced O'Hara, a fine piano player all his life; he suddenly played swathes of Sergei Vasilievich Rachmaninoff when visiting new partners, often to their shock.
At Harvard, O'Hara met John Ashbery and began publishing poems in the Harvard Advocate. Despite his love for music, O'Hara changed his major and graduated from Harvard in 1950 with a degree in English.
He then attended graduate school at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor. At Michigan, he won a Hopwood award and received his Master of Arts in English literature 1951. In that autumn, O'Hara moved into an apartment in city of New York with Joe LeSueur, his roommate and sometimes his lover for the next 11 years. Known throughout his life for his extreme sociability, passion, and warmth, O'Hara had hundreds of friends and lovers throughout his life, many from the New York art and poetry worlds. Soon after he arrived in New York, the Museum of Modern Art employed him at the front desk, and he began to write seriously.
O'Hara, active in the art world, working as a reviewer for Art News, and in 1960 was made Assistant Curator of Painting and Sculpture Exhibitions for the Museum of Modern Art. He was also friends with artists like Willem de Kooning, Norman Bluhm, Larry Rivers, and Joan Mitchell. O'Hara died in an accident on Fire Island in which he was struck and seriously injured by a man speeding in a beach vehicle during the early morning hours of July 24, 1966. He died the next day of a ruptured liver at the age of 40 and was buried in the Green River Cemetery on Long Island.
This is probably my all time favorite poem. It sends out the best vibes. It is beautiful, it is funny and overwhelming. It addresses to all of us, to everyone who is in love, not only with a person, but with our daily life, with summer, with places. While reading it, you see everything right before your eyes. I know this poem by heart. I read it at least once a year, yet it never fails to shook me. I love the fact that the title isn't repeated in the poem, you just dive into it. I love the ordinary life images, starting from the title itself, Coke, who doesn't love coke? who doesn't know it? I love the speed of the poem, the way you'e catapulted in its atmosphere. The author has something to tell you, so buckle up cause you're going on a journey.
I read this poem due to Frank O’Hara’s poetry being mentioned in ‘Normal People’ as a gift that Connell gives Marianne. I just wanted a little glimpse at the poetry Connell deemed worthy to give as a present to the one person he cared about the most. I thought it was interesting how they share many moments like those that are depicted in this poem: the concept that the most simple moment can be the most special if it is the first for the two people sharing it.
Having a Coke with You is a modern poem impossible not to fall in love with. It manages to perfectly balance the romantic lines with ordinarily funny images that always bend back to the passion of a lover. I find peculiar how such a metaphorically specific and dynamic (it has a quite unorthodox rhythm) poem earned such popularity and positive response from the audience, yet I challenge you to read it and not agree with how intriguing and mystifying it is.
Probably my favourite poem ever. It makes me feel as if I am right there in the moment with him, experiencing the same emotions described in his verses. It makes me think of the ones I've loved, and the one I now love.
My favorite love poem of all. Simple expression of one persons love for another. No talk of forever, not very romantic: it is simply life written down. Fleet, breathtaking, incredible. O'Hara.
« 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 for the first time»
poetry is such an unknown genre for me, yet i find myself craving it often. such a short, simple and romantic poem that captures the beauty of living, of the ordinary and letting our loved ones know how adored they are.
i'm glad this poem exist cause this verse has all the words i've been looking to spill out of my mouth everytime i look at her.
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“ 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”
i remember hearing this poem for the first time when i was in 7th grade, i didn’t understand it, the unfamiliar names of places, the metaphors that floated just beyond my reach but i felt how much love and tenderness was woven into each line that i instantly fell in love with it.
years have passed, and with each one, i seem to understand it a little more. i moved to a new country on my own, standing at the threshold of something vast. and still, sharing a coke with someone i love outshines the most breathtaking sunsets i've seen in solitude. life is beautiful and i love loving and i love love.