This Frank O’ Hara poem, “For Grace, After a Party,” is one of my all time favorites and can be found in his Selected Poems. It feels like the beauty of being with someone but not knowing them completely. Maybe it’s the beginning of a relationship, or even years into it. It doesn’t really matter. For me, it’s the idea of love being condensed into that feeling of a hot breakfast and days on end of warm weather. This poem always makes me happy. I woke up with that last line in my head, “and the warm weather is holding,” and wanted to share the love.
For Grace, After a Party
You do not always know what I am feeling.
Last night in the warm spring air while I was
blazing my tirade against someone who doesn’t
me, it was love for you that set me
and isn’t it odd? for in rooms full of
strangers my most tender feelings
bear the fruit of screaming. Put out your hand,
an ashtray, suddenly, there? beside
the bed? And someone you love enters the room
and says wouldn’t
you like the eggs a little
And when they arrive they are
just plain scrambled eggs and the warm weather