A Fire Island house brings the spirit of sand and surf indoors
In the opening lines of Frank O’Hara’s 1958 poem “A True Account of Talking to the Sun on Fire Island,” the sun implores the poet to get out of bed already, insisting it doesn’t have all day to wait around. The poet apologizes, explaining he had a late night, and the sun scoffs that most people wait on it to make an appearance, not the other way around. (Curbed) > Read More