I loved her fright, which was against me into the air! and the diamond white of her forelock which seemed to smart with thoughts as my heart smarted with life! and she'd toss her head with the pain and paw the air and champ the bit, as if I were Endymion and she, moon-like, hated to love me.
Frank O'HaraI wouldnโt want to be faster or greener than now if you were with me O you were the best of all my days!
Frank O'Haraoh god itโs wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much
Frank O'Hara