I will post a pic as soon as Blogspot allows it...
I stole Nathan's idea and translated the same Frank O'Hara poem. His are way better, but this is my first one...
#18
A crease subtracted from the plain
sours this art party scene.
Around the bric-a-brac: fallen angles
or the chartreuse fruits among you
press down the present ghost light
leave it to more reverent shoulders.
The holding is this: the grey here
slightest chance of meringue.
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