Análisis poético

Mayakovsky

Original Poetry

Translation

Mayakovsky

My heart is fluttering!

BY FRANK O’HARA

I am standing in the bathtub

crying. Mom, mom

My heart’s aflutter!

who am I? If he

I am standing in the bath tub

would just come back once

crying. Mother, mother

and kiss me on the face

who am I? If he

his rough hair brushing

will just come back once

my temple, it's pounding!

and kiss me on the face

his coarse hair brush

then I can get dressed

my temple, it’s throbbing!

I guess, and walk outside.

then I can put on my clothes

I love you. I love you,

I guess, and walk the streets.

but I'm turning to my poems

and my heart is closing

like a fist.

I love you. I love you,

but I’m turning to my verses

Words! be

and my heart is closing

as sick as I am, faint,

like a fist.

roll back your eyes, a pool,

Words! be

and I'll look down

sick as I am sick, swoon,

at my wounded beauty

roll back your eyes, a pool,

which is only a knack

for poetry.

and I’ll stare down

at my wounded beauty

Cannot please, cannot charm or win

which at best is only a talent

what a poet!

for poetry.

and the clear water is thick

Cannot please, cannot charm or win

with bloody hits on its head.

what a poet!

I hug a cloud,

and the clear water is thick

but when I flew

it rained.

with bloody blows on its head.

I embrace a cloud,

That's funny! there's blood on my chest

but when I soared

oh yes, I've been carrying bricks

it rained.

what a strange place to break!

and now it is raining on the tree

as I step out onto the window ledge

That’s funny! there’s blood on my chest

the tracks below me are smoky and

oh yes, I’ve been carrying bricks

shining with a desire to run

what a funny place to rupture!

I jump into the leaves, green like the sea

and now it is raining on the ailanthus

as I step out onto the window ledge

Now I am quietly waiting for

the tracks below me are smoky and

the disaster of my personality

glistening with a passion for running

to seem beautiful again,

I leap into the leaves, green like the sea

and interesting, and modern.

The country is grey and

Now I am quietly waiting for

brown and white in trees,

the catastrophe of my personality

snows and skies of laughter

to seem beautiful again,

always getting less, less funny

and interesting, and modern.

not just darker, not just grey.

The country is grey and

It may be the coldest day of

brown and white in trees,

the year, what does he think of

snows and skies of laughter

that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,

always diminishing, less funny

maybe I am myself again.

not just darker, not just grey.

It may be the coldest day of

the year, what does he think of

that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,

perhaps I am myself again.

Explanation

Frank O'Hara's poem 'Mayakovsky' is a deeply personal and introspective piece that reflects the poet's emotional turmoil and search for identity. The poem is structured in four parts, each exploring different facets of the poet's inner life. In the first section, the speaker experiences a crisis of identity, longing for the return of a loved one to provide comfort and clarity. The second section reveals a tension between love and the poet's dedication to his craft, as his heart closes off to emotions while he turns to writing. The third section introduces a surreal and humorous imagery of physical rupture, symbolizing the poet's internal conflict and the burdens he carries. The final section reflects a quiet resignation and hope for self-acceptance, as the poet waits for his personality to be seen as beautiful and modern once more. Throughout the poem, O'Hara employs vivid imagery, metaphor, and a conversational tone to convey the complexity of human emotions and the struggle to reconcile one's inner and outer worlds.

Word Dictionary9

Word	Easy Meaning	Translation	Pron.
aflutter	excited, agitated	feeling nervous or excited	af-lut-ter
throbbing	pulsing, beating	pounding strongly	throb-bing
swoon	faint, collapse	to lose consciousness	swoon
wounded	injured, hurt	hurt	wound-ed
catastrophe	disaster, calamity	a big disaster	ca-tas-tro-phe
ailanthus	a type of tree	a tree called the tree of heaven	ai-lan-thus
glistening	shining, sparkling	shining brightly	glis-ten-ing
personality	character, identity	what makes someone unique	per-son-al-i-ty
modern	contemporary, current	related to now	mod-ern

Poet & Context

PoetFrank O'Hara

Era20th Century

Frank O'Hara (1926–1966) was an American poet and art critic, prominent in New York City's art world. A leading figure in the New York School, his poetry is known for its personal tone and immediacy, often capturing the vibrancy of urban life.

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When1957

WhyThe poem is part of O'Hara's collection 'Meditations in an Emergency' and reflects his personal and emotional experiences, possibly inspired by the Russian poet Vladimir Mayakovsky. It explores themes of identity, love, and the struggle of the poetic self.

FormFree verse

Themes & More

Themes

IdentityLoveArtistic StruggleExistential Crisis

Literary devices

Metaphor: The poet uses metaphors like 'my heart is closing like a fist' to convey emotional states.Imagery: Vivid imagery is present throughout, such as 'blood on my chest' and 'glistening with a passion for running'.Personification: Words are asked to 'be sick as I am sick', giving them human-like qualities.Irony: The poem contains ironic statements, such as 'what a funny place to rupture!'Symbolism: The 'catastrophe of my personality' symbolizes the poet's internal conflict and search for identity.

Análisis poético

Mayakovsky

Original Poetry

Translation

Mayakovsky

My heart is fluttering!

BY FRANK O’HARA

I am standing in the bathtub

crying. Mom, mom

My heart’s aflutter!

who am I? If he

I am standing in the bath tub

would just come back once

crying. Mother, mother

and kiss me on the face

who am I? If he

his rough hair brushing

will just come back once

my temple, it's pounding!

and kiss me on the face

his coarse hair brush

then I can get dressed

my temple, it’s throbbing!

I guess, and walk outside.

then I can put on my clothes

I love you. I love you,

I guess, and walk the streets.

but I'm turning to my poems

and my heart is closing

like a fist.

I love you. I love you,

but I’m turning to my verses

Words! be

and my heart is closing

as sick as I am, faint,

like a fist.

roll back your eyes, a pool,

Words! be

and I'll look down

sick as I am sick, swoon,

at my wounded beauty

roll back your eyes, a pool,

which is only a knack

for poetry.

and I’ll stare down

at my wounded beauty

Cannot please, cannot charm or win

which at best is only a talent

what a poet!

for poetry.

and the clear water is thick

Cannot please, cannot charm or win

with bloody hits on its head.

what a poet!

I hug a cloud,

and the clear water is thick

but when I flew

it rained.

with bloody blows on its head.

I embrace a cloud,

That's funny! there's blood on my chest

but when I soared

oh yes, I've been carrying bricks

it rained.

what a strange place to break!

and now it is raining on the tree

as I step out onto the window ledge

That’s funny! there’s blood on my chest

the tracks below me are smoky and

oh yes, I’ve been carrying bricks

shining with a desire to run

what a funny place to rupture!

I jump into the leaves, green like the sea

and now it is raining on the ailanthus

as I step out onto the window ledge

Now I am quietly waiting for

the tracks below me are smoky and

the disaster of my personality

glistening with a passion for running

to seem beautiful again,

I leap into the leaves, green like the sea

and interesting, and modern.

The country is grey and

Now I am quietly waiting for

brown and white in trees,

the catastrophe of my personality

snows and skies of laughter

to seem beautiful again,

always getting less, less funny

and interesting, and modern.

not just darker, not just grey.

The country is grey and

It may be the coldest day of

brown and white in trees,

the year, what does he think of

snows and skies of laughter

that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,

always diminishing, less funny

maybe I am myself again.

not just darker, not just grey.

It may be the coldest day of

the year, what does he think of

that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,

perhaps I am myself again.

Explanation

Word Dictionary9

Word	Easy Meaning	Translation	Pron.
aflutter	excited, agitated	feeling nervous or excited	af-lut-ter
throbbing	pulsing, beating	pounding strongly	throb-bing
swoon	faint, collapse	to lose consciousness	swoon
wounded	injured, hurt	hurt	wound-ed
catastrophe	disaster, calamity	a big disaster	ca-tas-tro-phe
ailanthus	a type of tree	a tree called the tree of heaven	ai-lan-thus
glistening	shining, sparkling	shining brightly	glis-ten-ing
personality	character, identity	what makes someone unique	per-son-al-i-ty
modern	contemporary, current	related to now	mod-ern

Poet & Context

PoetFrank O'Hara

Era20th Century

View on Wikipedia

When1957

FormFree verse

Themes & More

Themes

IdentityLoveArtistic StruggleExistential Crisis

Literary devices