those final lines
of Frank O’Hara’s poem
The Day Lady Died.
Always get to me
no matter whether,
as now,
I’m listening to
Lady sing the blues.

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February 27, 2021 at 10:51
Expanding my poetry knowledge again brother as you have prompted me to look up the whole poem – thank you !
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