“Radiance,” “Truant,” and “Marking Him,” by Margaret Hasse


[From the WVFC Poetry Archive. First Published  November 3, 2019.]



The Roman candle of a yard mild
caramelizes the outdated snow.
The glow trespasses the darkish maintain
of December, dimming the view

of the night time sky with its winter
triangle a boy strains to see
by the haze, as he lets his jacket
hold open, unzipped to the chilly.

He is aware of to return by
the black cleft between buildings,
beneath electrical wires that appear
to hold just a little practice of snow

on their slim rails, the place he throws
the swap that shuts off the bulb
on its pole, that opens the dome
to a blast of stars in outer area,

to the pinpoint of Jupiter,
to the constellation of Orion looking
the Nice Bear that the boy follows
to discover a smudge of grey–he can gaze

by that peep gap to a different
galaxy additionally spangled with radiance
from stars that traveled two
and a half million mild years

earlier than showing as a sign
within the rod cells of his eyes
that cross impulses by
neurons and nerves

to his mind that creates pictures.
He attracts in a pointy breath,
the excessive voltage energy field
of his chest scorching and buzzing.


Margaret Hasse, “Romance,” from Earth’s Urge for food, printed by Nodin Press and reprinted right here with permission of the writer and press. Copyright © 2013 by Margaret Hasse. Earth’s Urge for food is accessible for order here and here.




Our highschool principal wagged his finger
over two manila folders
mendacity on his desk, labeled with our names—
my boyfriend and me—
known as to his workplace for skipping college.

The day earlier than, we ditched Latin and world historical past
to chase shadows of clouds on a bike.
We roared down rolling asphalt roads
by the Missouri River bottoms
past city, our heads emptied
of overview checks and future plans.

We stopped on a dust lane to listen to
a meadowlark’s liquid music, odor
heart-break blossom of untamed plum.
Past leaning fence posts and barbwire,
a tractor drew straight traces throughout the sphere
unfurling its cape of blackbirds.

Now forty years after that geography lesson
in spring, I bear in mind the principal’s phrases.
How proper he was in saying:
This can be a part of
your everlasting report.


Poem copyright ©2013 by Margaret Hasse. From Earth’s Urge for food, Nodin Press 2013. Poem reprinted by permission of Margaret Hasse and the writer.



Marking Him

Does my little son miss the odor
of his first mom? I ponder
because the mewl of his mouth
opens towards a plastic bottle
that’s not her breast.

Sudden new mom,
I bury my nostril deep
into his skullcap of ringlets,
his starry cheesiness.

In her goodbye letter to him
sealed in his album
with a start certificates, which now
listing my identify as Mom,

his first mom writes
she nursed him briefly
after he emerged into
the second room of his world.

I consider milk, volcanic
and insistent, answering
the new child’s gigantic thirst,
a primal settlement between
generosity and greed.

Generally I press my nostril
to the glass of that place
the place a mom and my baby
belong to one another;
I can’t think about coming
between them.

However then I need to lick him throughout
with a cow’s thick tongue,
to style him and mark him as mine
so if the opposite mom returns,
she is going to refuse her dealt with calf
smeared with my odor.


Margaret Hasse, “Marking Him” from Milk and Tides, printed by Nodin Books. Copyright © 2008 by Margaret Hasse. Reprinted by permission of Margaret Hasse.

Hearken to the writer studying “Radiance.”

You may learn extra poems by Hasse here, here, and here.



Margaret Hasse, writer of 5 collections of poems, is initially from South Dakota and now lives in Saint Paul, Minnesota. Stars Above, Stars Beneath received the Minnesota Voices competitors and was printed by New Rivers Press in 1984 and issued in a brand new version by Nodin Press in 2018. Milkweed Editions printed In a Sheep’s Eye, Darling, winner of the press’s Lakes and Prairies competitors. Milk and Tides, Earth’s Urge for food, and Between Us, the final of which is accessible here. Two books acquired the Midwest Impartial Publishers Affiliation’s annual poetry prize. Hasses’ poems have appeared in Poetry Northeast, The Solar journal, Water-Stone Evaluate, and Calyx, amongst others, in addition to on The Author’s Almanac radio broadcasts and podcasts and in American Life in Poetry. She has acquired fellowships from the Nationwide Endowment for the Arts, the McKnight Basis, the Minnesota State Arts Board, and The Loft Literary Middle. Hasse’s poems have discovered new readers by being stamped on sidewalks and displayed as posters on public transportation within the Twin Cities metropolitan space.



Poet’s Observe

My father, a math and astronomy professor at a small college within the rural Midwest, taught me to search for and study in regards to the night time sky. I handed on my curiosity in stargazing to my younger sons. One winter night time, in our place within the countryside, I grew to become irritated by a neighbor’s large yard mild that all the time went on at nightfall, blurring the view outdoor of constellations, orbiting satellites, and meteorites. I started to image a younger man in regards to the age of my sons with the ability to change off the darn safety mild and welcome the darkness. What would he see; how would he hook up with that spangled cosmic area?


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