A Poem For Sunday

DC's Cherry Blossoms Come To Late Bloom

“Poem” by Frank O’Hara, dated April 15, 1954:

Here we are again together
as the buds burst over the trees their
light cries, walking around a pond in yellow weather.
Fresh clouds, and further
oh I do not care to go!
not beyond this circling friendship,
damp new air and fluttering snow
remaining long enough to make the leaves
excessive in the quickness of their mild return,
not needing more than the earth and friends to see the winter so.

(From Poems Retrieved, edited by Don Allen and forthcoming from City Lights Books © Maureen O’Hara on behalf of the Estate of Frank O’Hara and used by permission of City Lights Books. Photo by Win McNamee/Getty Images)