Desde que o atropelei em 1966 com meu velho jipe em Fire Island, Frank O’Hara, apesar de morto, nunca mais teve sossego. De vez em quando volto a maltratá-lo. Aqui a prova de mais um crime.
you can accept just about anything
of life even your own mysteriousness
you think it is nice that a box
of matches is purple and brown and is called
La Petite and comes from Sweden
for they are words that you know and that
is all you know words not their feelings
or what they mean and you write because
you know them not because you understand them
because you don't you are stupid and lazy
and will never be great but you do
what you know because what else is there?
Tradução de José Antônio Cavalcanti