For National Poetry Month: "O Tree (Borassus)," "Passenger Pigeon," "After the Murder Ballad"

It’s National Poetry Month! To celebrate, we are publishing new poems by Hoa Nguyen.

By Hoa NguyenApril 21, 2014

    For National Poetry Month: "O Tree (Borassus)," "Passenger Pigeon," "After the Murder Ballad"

    O TREE (BORASSUS)


    Bud that chops the hill
    I was there      I clock
    foolish making a leaf soup


    Napalm is a jellied gasoline


    This makes sense: bombs &
    the sappy will swings


    “Wars are more fun with money”


    Pine swung     oak-aloof
    branch down       chainsaw down
    Father burning the tent caterpillar nest


    What do you see in the fire?


    Isolated trees
    Palmyra tree
    Green blueish leaves


     ¤


    PASSENGER PIGEON


    “Martha,” a passenger pigeon named after George Washington’s wife,
    was the last of her kind. Immediately following her death in 1914 she was packed
    in an enormous 300-pound block of ice and shipped to the Smithsonian.


    Turn the metal shoe ring
    Sing    like the swallow swollen
    I mean    men


                Be the little sparrow


    Martha— why “passenger”?
    Why wife sew-er?


                                  Darken


    like a storm
    to pass by


    “Your teeth & bone were once coral”
    (Niedecker)


    and A.C. unit pause    and rifle fire


    o    no     Canada Day             with Asian
    fireworks effects    a sovereign dominion
    for               you know                colonial


    I pollen


    I liveliness and chirp


    The poet Juvenal declared
    “I hate a woman who reads”


    The quick big water changes


                    Die
    in Cincinnati zoological gardens


    Afterward:


    In June 1974, she returned to the Cincinnati Zoological Gardens for the dedication of a new building named in her honor. Both times she was flown first class, with an airline flight attendant escorting her for the entire trip.


    ¤


    AFTER THE MURDER BALLAD


    Bringing some other fine things
    hard full life     atoms springing


    No money      No fine things


    Flatteringly     we are the cave
    It will be OK in disgrace


    She jumped    Came to the river
    deep water    Thou restless ungathered


    orphan     Tell me your mind
    to mend   to drown you in despair


             Let me sing gone
    If I can live kicked & chocked


    Turned around in deep water


    ¤


    Hoa Nguyen is an American poet, editor, and publisher. She currently lives in Toronto, Ontario where she teaches poetics at Ryerson University.

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    Hoa Nguyen is an American poet, editor, and publisher. She currently lives in Toronto, Ontario where she teaches poetics at Ryerson University.

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