This poem emerged from David Lehman’s "Next Line, Please" column prompt to use a few oft-quoted phrases from "Hamlet." Since I’m married to a Shakespeare scholar, I took it on as a bit of a joke. But then something happened. The hawk crept in—a ghost from when I worked with an injured red-tailed hawk in my twenties, and an echo from my first book. I was once the falconer.
Rebecca Morgan Frank on "A hawk from a handsaw" |
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