Poems

AND THOUGH SHE BE BUT LITTLE, SHE IS FIERCE

By Lee Upton

"And though she be but little, she is fierce."
—A Midsummer Night's Dream


And though her car is old and missing parts,
and though the weeds grow up through her porch,
and though she is acquainted with Revolutionary War
re-enactors,
and though she lapses into bouts of cursing,
her cursing is the songline of canaries.

Said Cleopatra to the asp,
said Napoleon to rocky Elba:
Though she is fierce she is but little.

So the river from an enormous height might seem
the flank of a whippet,
so the bee is more likely to attack us than the whale,
so it's her smallness that gives her
the leaping prowess of a flea.

It's the infant that holds dominion in the nursery.
It's the cutter that intersects the ocean liner.Like to the ant, the tick, the beetle.
Said the decimal point to the numerals, You all depend on me.
Though she be but little, she is fierce.
Though she be but little, she takes the lion's part.