“As descriptive poetry, this can stand with anything written by any poet in the twentieth century, whatever his country. The poem is at once incisively clear, and brilliantly evocative.”
- David Arnason in “Canadian Poetry. The Interregnum,” quoted in After Exile edited by Gregory Betts. (Toronto: Exile Editions, 2003, pages 56-57)
"The Hawk" panel from the original exhibit, 2005-06.
The Hawk
Across the bristled and sallow fields,
The speckled stubble of cut clover,
Wades your shadow.
Or against a grimy and tattered
Sky
You plunge.
Or you shear a swath
From trembling tiny forests
With the steel of your wings—
Or make a row of waves
By the heat of your flight
Along the soundless horizon.