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Rara Avis: For the Birds
Rara Avis: For the Birds in Bloomington, MN
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Sometimes when I'm walking the Petaluma hills, I hear all around me trills and whistling calls, but only rarely do I see birds making this morning music. That is, unless I have a companion familiar with their avian ways-someone who can teach me where to look and listen, how to see and hear. Sandra Anfang's
Rara Avis
offers a kind of field guide of the heart, rendering visible what our own eyes so often overlook, articulating what remains mute in the heart. The poet's powers of observation, her dazzling metaphors, and the music and deftness of her forms make these poems a joy, a treasure, rich with the iridescent colors of a world given wings.
-
Terry Ehret
, author of
Lost Body
and
Night Sky Journey
In
,
we're introduced to "hummingbirds who drank like frat boys at my backyard bar." In
this collection, Sandra Anfang demonstrates she is (pardon the pun) a rare bird herself and a gifted writer who has elevated her joy of birdwatching to incisive and insightful art. These poems glide with gentle humor, fearless introspection, and delightful discoveries, from two ravens outside a classroom of students reading Poe, to a couple's reverie of "hearts conjoined / our avian thirst briefly quenched." As the narrator in "Morning Glory" expresses "Gratitude ... for how / the flame was passed to me," readers will be grateful for this contemplative collection.
Robert Eugene Rubino
Douglas Knocks Out Tyson
Vanity Unfair
Aficionado
This book is not only a festivity of birds. It's about insurance policies against loneliness, ancestors in the magic of a place, love preserved within a shell of pain, a father in life, and a father's casket riding on hydraulics down to a watery grave. And then there are the birds. In all forms: haiku, haibun, golden shovels in the garden of wings and feathers. "A raven / kneeling on my chest, titmouse at the suet, mustard / swarm of waterfowl." This party is inviting us to look around, listen, notice, and most of all, to read.
Phyllis Klein
The Full Moon Herald
Rara Avis
offers a kind of field guide of the heart, rendering visible what our own eyes so often overlook, articulating what remains mute in the heart. The poet's powers of observation, her dazzling metaphors, and the music and deftness of her forms make these poems a joy, a treasure, rich with the iridescent colors of a world given wings.
-
Terry Ehret
, author of
Lost Body
and
Night Sky Journey
In
,
we're introduced to "hummingbirds who drank like frat boys at my backyard bar." In
this collection, Sandra Anfang demonstrates she is (pardon the pun) a rare bird herself and a gifted writer who has elevated her joy of birdwatching to incisive and insightful art. These poems glide with gentle humor, fearless introspection, and delightful discoveries, from two ravens outside a classroom of students reading Poe, to a couple's reverie of "hearts conjoined / our avian thirst briefly quenched." As the narrator in "Morning Glory" expresses "Gratitude ... for how / the flame was passed to me," readers will be grateful for this contemplative collection.
Robert Eugene Rubino
Douglas Knocks Out Tyson
Vanity Unfair
Aficionado
This book is not only a festivity of birds. It's about insurance policies against loneliness, ancestors in the magic of a place, love preserved within a shell of pain, a father in life, and a father's casket riding on hydraulics down to a watery grave. And then there are the birds. In all forms: haiku, haibun, golden shovels in the garden of wings and feathers. "A raven / kneeling on my chest, titmouse at the suet, mustard / swarm of waterfowl." This party is inviting us to look around, listen, notice, and most of all, to read.
Phyllis Klein
The Full Moon Herald
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