Having a Coke with You
by Frank O’Hara
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
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 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
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 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
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it
Porque quando se está apaixonado até tomar uma coca se torna uma coisa especial.
Não importa onde esteja, o que importa é com quem, e se for a pessoa que se deseja estar, tudo em volta se ilumina e qualquer coisa que façam juntos encanta o seu viver.
É, acho que ando um tanto romântica, ando tomando muita coca cola e isso está me fazendo muito bem.
Linda essa poesia!
ResponderExcluirA vi pela primeira em um filme, quando um garoto tentava impressionar a quem ele tanto gostava com essa poesia.
As pessos deveriam dar mais valor à isso.
esse filme se chama " A Fera"..e é super lindooo...^^
ResponderExcluirA poesia relata um amor verdadeiro....o filme mostra o quanto o interior é bem mais importante q o exterior....Maravilhosos!
ResponderExcluirEu A-M-O o filme "A Fera"e concordo com a Kmila precisamos ver o interior das pessoas porque nem todos podem ser aquele "Romeu e Julieta"os sentimentos valem muito mais que a aparência
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Minha poesia favorita
ResponderExcluirlindo perfeito nada se conpara
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