Marsh Hawk Review is an online poetry journal sponsored by the Marsh Hawk Press collective. Marsh Hawk Review will appear twice a year, under the revolving editorship of collective members. Each issue will offer a selection of poems solicited by the editor, in addition to new work posted by poets in the collective.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010



Most beautiful of things I leave is sunlight.

Then comes glazing stars and the moon’s face,

then ripe cucumbers and apples and pears

--Praxila (c. 450 B.C. E.)

Hope is asparagus and mango on

wild salmon; sex in a Lapland fjord.

Summer floats us childlike from reindeer dawn

into white nights. The free blue mountains, bored

with solitude and snow, take off their mist

and dance for huge-eyed fish. Ignorant faith

smells good with cheese. The Lhasa vultures hissed

circling the bloody stone, their joyous wrath

set to be fed on an old chopped-up corpse.

I lacked the eyes to feast on nature’s mad

crude sky-burial holiness and stayed

back in my room to swish sad-

ness down the sink. Asparagus and lox

bloat me. Hope is Sicilian marmalade.

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