Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Poetry entry

Hawk by Mary Oliver, Contemporary American Poetry pg 415-416

This morning
the hawk
rose up
out of the meadow's browswe

and swung over the lake-
it settled
on the small black dome
of a dead pine,

alert as an admiral,
its profile
distinguished with sideburns
the color of smoke,

and I said: remember
this is not something
of the red fire, this is
heaven's fistful

of death and destruction,
and the hawk hooked
one exquisite foot
onto a last twig

to look deeper
into the yellow reeds
along the edges of the water
and I said: remember

the tree, the cave,
the white liliy of resurection,
and that's when it simply lifted
its golden feet and floated

into the wind, belly-first,
and then it cruised along the lake-
all the time its eyes fastened
harder than love on some

unimportant rustling in the
yellow reeds-and then it
seemed to crouch high in the air, and then it
turned into a white blade, which fell.

This poem really caught my attention because it has to do with nature, which I love, but also because it talks about the danger of animals as well. The hawk is seen as majestic and beautiful, and the speaker admires it a great deal, but the speaker also states-"
and I said: rememberthis is not something of the red fire, this is heaven's fistful of death and destruction". The speaker knows all too owell of the destructive power a hawk has. how its claws can be like a fist of death to many animals. The author uses much imagery in the poem to convey her thoughts, words such as "small black dome" to portray a decaying pine and "heavens fistfull of death" to show the hawks claws as something to be feared. A similie is used to compare the hawk as "Alert as an amiral...distinguished with sideburns." this similie shows how a hawk is always aware of its surroundings just like an admiral of the sea, an admiral with sideburns no less. The last part of this poem is a metaphor that describes the hawk as a "white blade". This image of a sword slashing to the ground shows the true destructive power of the hawk, a swod crashing into its victim. Other things to note are the four line stanzas and the slanting of each line simmilar to the looks af a bird wing. All in all this poem was very fun to read and i could tell the author knew how great hawks really are.

1 Comments:

Blogger Julie Mong said...

I like the way you describe nature and it seems though you are really into the beauty and magestic aspect that nature brings out. Your admiration for nature helped explained the poem's meaning and drew a more vivid picture for everyone else. I noted where you talked about the hawk being a beautiful but also deadly thing. The opposing descriptions make it a full perception of the hawk.h

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