Mayakovsky

Now I am quietly waiting for

the catastrophe of my personality

to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.

The country is grey and brown and white in trees,

snows and skies of laughter always diminishing, less funny

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.

Frank O'Hara

Lella Gandini, Make it with Paper and Things
1975