To the Harbormaster For John Ashbery You know, in a way it could be so grand to be on the open sea but I prefer the quietness at the edge of the water, where the singing stone pools are cool and cold, waves brick by brick caressing the shore and what marks the way is all that sunshine glistening like silver knives on my face, but careful now, should we hurry through all that empty space.

— Frank O’Hara

• Frank OHara