Gamin

Henri Cartier-Bresson

Gamin

All the roofs are wet
and underneath smoke
that piles softly in
streets, tongues are
on top of each other
mulling over the night.
We lay against each other
like banks of violets
while the slate slips
off the roof into the
garden of the old lady
next door. She is my

enemy. She hates cats
airplanes and my self
as if we were memories
of war. Bah! when you
are close I thumb my
nose at her and laugh.


-"Gamin" by Frank O'Hara, from The Collected Poems of Frank O'Hara, p. 3.

A poem for the weekend, I hope everyone is having a lovely one.

Image credit: "Romania, 1975", by Henri Cartier-Bresson, found here.