Christian Hawkey Poems
- Hour of Secret Agents The code word, he whispered, just ...
- Unwritten Poems One was tied to a fence post, ...
- Report From the Undersecretary...
- Elke Allowing the Floor to Ris...
- Hour I was lying on my side, in a ditch, soaking my flanks ...
- Slow Waltz Through Inflatable ... At the time of his ...
- Hour with One Hand Inserted in...
Christian Hawkey (born 1969, Hackensack, NJ), is an American poet, translator, editor, activist, and educator.
Christian Hawkey is the author of several books of poetry, including Sonne from Ort, Ventrakl, Citizen Of, The Book of Funnels, and a number of chapbooks. His work has been translated into German Slovene, French, Swedish, Arabic, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, and Dutch; and he translates several contemporary German poets including Daniel Falb, Sabine Scho and Steffen Popp, and Austrian writer Ilse Aichinger.
He completed graduate work at the University of Massachusetts Amherst, where he founded and edited the first 10 issues of the poetry journal jubilat. He is... more »
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Hour with One Hand Inserted in a Time of War
We dug with our hands & hand shovels.
We dug with our spatulate feet.
& with torsos as our only circumference
we dug a maze. A maze of passageways:
Level Three the Maternity Ward, April
with knees on either side of her chin.
Some thoughts no wider than a chest.
Some thoughts no wider than a chest,
heaving. On Level Six a green parrot opened
its red beak & it reached us, seconds later,
as a roar. Our eyelashes cringed, & lashed back.
We named it the Level of Roaring Parrots
& turned back to our work, carrying sewage out
by moonlight, the buckets light each...