it's good to be the queen

I've been off work for a few days; in addition to that,I've been left to my own devices too (Teh GF is visiting her family). While a normal person would be loading porn into the DVD player or visiting the grocery store with strippers, I've been lounging, reading, and writing. Yesterday I was flipping through a copy of Hart Crane's collected poems and came across a poem that seemed very pleasantly summery. (Mind you, I'm not a big fan of the season, b/c it usually involves a plethora of 90+ degree days and stifling humidity. Boo hiss. But the past two days the temps have been in the low 80s, with low humidity, and it's been pleasantly sunny. So I've actually enjoyed sitting outside in my garden and reading!) Anyway, here's Crane's poem, entitled "Garden Abstract":

The apple on its bough is her desire,--
Shining suspension, mimic of the sun.
The bough has caught her breath up, and her voice,
Dumbly articulate in the slant and rise
Of branch on branch above her, blurs her eyes.
She is a prisoner of the tree and its green fingers.

And so she comes to dream herself the tree,
The wind possessing her, weaving her young veins,
Holding her to the sky and its quick blue,
Drowning the fever of her hands in sunlight.
She has no memory, nor fear, nor hope
Beyond the grass and shadows at her feet.