My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up.
Frank O'HaraAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: June 27, 1926
- Died: July 25, 1966