Two years ago, when Mark Ford edited a new selection of Frank O’Hara’s poems, we celebrated during April by asking a number of Knopf poets to pick their favorite O’Hara poem and record it for us. O’Hara, the quintessential poet of the New York School, died in 1966, having produced a remarkably energetic and influential body of work by the age of forty. We here reproduce the poem that was picked by John Updike (click to listen again to the recording in his inimitable voice, much missed in our offices). The 1959 poem “The Day Lady Died” is such vintage O’Hara—such a perfect sample of his endlessly seductive walking-around-New York style of verse—that it almost constitutes a guilty pleasure.
The Day Lady Died
It is 12:20 in New York a Friday
three days after Bastille day, yes
it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine
because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton
at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner
and I don’t know the people who will feed me
I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun
and have a hamburger and a malted and buy
an ugly new world writing to see what the poets
in Ghana are doing these days
I go on to the bank
and Miss Stillwagon (first name Linda I once heard)
doesn’t even look up my balance for once in her life
and in the golden griffin I get a little Verlaine
for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do
think of Hesiod, trans. Richmond Lattimore or
Brendan Behan’s new play or Le Balcon or Les Nègres
of Genet, but I don’t, I stick with Verlaine
after practically going to sleep with quandariness
and for Mike I just stroll into the park lane
Liquor Store and ask for a bottle of Strega and
then I go back where I came from to 6th Avenue
and the tobacconist in the Ziegfeld Theatre and
casually ask for a carton of Gauloises and a carton
of Picayunes, and a new york post with her face on it
and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of
leaning on the john door in the 5 spot
while she whispered a song along the keyboard
to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing
Listen to John Updike reading “The Day Lady Died”
Read more from Selected Poems by Frank O’Hara
Who is the lady referred to in this poem?
Thank you for this – it is such a quiet poem. John Updike was of my generation and had v. good taste.
Its Lady Day, Billie Holiday. Brilliant, it sounds so easy but you try.
The Lady referred to is jazz and blues singer Billie Holiday.
The lady is Billie Holiday, nicknamed “Lady Day.”
I too am wondering who the lady is. I love hearing Updike’s voice.
In answer to the question by Nene, the poem is referring to the singer Billie Holliday.
Billie Holiday is the Lady in the poem, I think.
Who am I to criticize John Updike, but I don’t think it is necessary to take such long end line breaks when clearly the wording runs through to the next line. Otherwise, a nice sense of ennui — though the poem could be read with different energy.
Thank you for John Updike’s reading of “The Day Lady Died”. It’s beautiful and moving.
Lady is Billie Holiday.
He is remembering the death of Billy Holiday, Lady Day, as she was known.
Listen to her sing some time and you will know why.
Billy Holiday, aka Lady Day
Billie Holiday is the lady referred to.
I love how an ordinary day (at least a John O’Hara version of an ordinary day) rich with little details suddenly takes a stunning turn in this poem. John O’Hare was one of the great poets.
This is a very powerful thought-provoking poem, one you can just ponder over.
Richard is spot on. I always think of this poem when I am in SF on a sunny day at lunchtime, for example, and I feel on top of the world and I see all the bike messengers and stock brokers on Sansome Street’s Plaza watching all the…go by.
I remember Jack Kerouac reading On The Road while Steve Allen did a piano in the background and how Kerouac had a jazzy type energy in his voice, and if you’ve ever had to hustle for a train or a bus is what I’d be looking for in this poem!
Again, like Richard says, Updike is wonderful to hear, but there needs to be more juice here.