THE DAY LADY DIED

This poem is a little difficult to follow. Towards the middle of the poem O'Hara begins to say all of these names of plays and people and it feels like a confusing run on sentence. If I did not do further research I would have no idea that he is writing about Billy Holiday. However, I like the way the poem tells a whole day worth of details so quickly. O'Hara moves in a fast pace, but towards the end it feels as though he "stopped breathing" and finally slowed down.