Rebecca has been hard at work reading 150 books this summer. Occasionally I get to pick up a few crumbs of her literary smorgasbord. Liked this one:
Technologies
by George Oppen
Tho in a sort of summer the hard buds blossom
Into feminine profusion
The 'inch-sized
Heart, ' the little core of oneself,
So inartistic,
The inelegant heart
Which cannot grasp
The world
And makes art
Is small
Like a small hawk
Lighting disheveled on a window sill.
Like hawks we are at least not
Nowhere, and I would say
Where we are
Tho I distract