The Hummingbird Hour, Poems by Eric Rawson
The poems of Eric Rawson’s The Hummingbird Hour are painterly in their attention to the world, both detailed and impressionistic: and what an impression they register. Yet the poems are not self-impressed, instead focusing attention on the internal and external world, rendered through words.
Los Angeles Morning by David Hockney
It’s a windy day but the wind passes
Through the lemon trees without unhooking
A single shadow from its leaf—noonday
The hummingbird hour the hour of cut grass
A cat must be watching from a window
On the lawn the sprinklers rise with a sharp
Breath into the wide light of the sun
Spilling like chardonnay on the aloe
Veras and the white wall—the air imparts
To all it touches a frightening brightness
A sense of joy there’s a striped rebozo
And a pair of sandals on the terrace—
Arranged by a divine hand—uncertain
Flick-of-the-wrist flashes in the koi pond—
A koan a psalm spine-straight paintbrush palms—peace
ISBN 978-1936370139, 90 pages, $18.00