from 'While Passing Through'/Summer
The young hawk
big as he is
seems to cry a lot.
Glen, you have captured here a poignant and incisive glimpse of the process of life. That appearances of maturity may belie an not-yet-mature nature. Intriguing contrast of the strength of a hawk with the connotation of weakness or vulnerability that accompanies the act of crying.
thank you, neal. there's a park just two blocks away or so (the one with all the elms) that's been the birthing place of many cooper's hawks. it just struck me out walking early recently that this nearly full-sized hawk was crying (a high-pitched piercing sound) as though it were smaller and still in the nest. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the word "seems" in this poem…a humble searching for understanding and truth!
Thanks for your comment, Rob. The hawk referred to was a nearly full-grown Cooper's. Its high-pitched and repeated cries carried in the early morning air and seemed like crying. I generally relate animal behavior to our own. -Glen