The Bones of Winter Birds
()
About this ebook
Like “sunlight stroking the birds’ throats so it comes out as song,” Ann Fisher-Wirth’s graceful and sturdy lines unsettle the seemingly familiar. A writer of moral gravity, her distilled attentiveness presses against our all-too-common ambivalence and detachment from the ordinary world. Whether set in Mississippi, Califo
Ann Fisher-Wirth
Ann Fisher-Wirth is the author of five previous books of poetry. Her fifth book, Mississippi, is a poetry/ photography collaboration with Maude Schuyler Clay (Wings Press, 2018). With Laura-Gray Street, she co-edited The Ecopoetry Anthology (Trinity UP, 2013). Her work appears in such journals as Prairie Schooner, Diode, and Valparaiso Poetry Review. Her awards include two Mississippi Arts Commission fellowships and the Mississippi Institute of Arts and Letters Poetry Award. She was also awarded a 1994-1995 Fulbright to Fribourg, Switzerland, and was 2002-2003 Fulbright Distinguished Chair of American Studies at Uppsala, Sweden. She has had residencies at Djerassi, Hedgebrook Mesa Refuge, and CAMAC in France, and was the 2017 Anne Spencer Poet-in-Residence at Randolph College. A senior Black Earth Institute fellow and member of the board, she teaches and directs the Environmental Studies minor at the University of Mississippi, and also teaches yoga in Oxford, Mississippi.
Related to The Bones of Winter Birds
Related ebooks
do not be lulled by the dainty starlike blossom: Poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA warm and snouting thing: Poems Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Fish Song Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRain Scald: Poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCarbonfish Blues: Ecopoems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLetters Home Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Poetry Book Society Winter 2019 Bulletin Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Fine Canopy Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsViva the Real Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Brand New Spacesuit Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRed Ocher Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFor As Far as the Eye Can See Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHello. Your promise has been extracted Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5If You Discover a Fire Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEcopoetic Place-Making: Nature and Mobility in Contemporary American Poetry Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNight Burial Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Lesser Fields Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLove Minus Love Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSongs Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAt the Altar of Touch Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This Is Still Life: Poems: The Mineral Point Poetry Series, #8 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Love Drones Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsStranger in the Mask of a Deer Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOver the Moon Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsO Paradise: Poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHerland Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5In Memory of Brilliance & Value Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBlack Genealogy: Poems: The Mineral Point Poetry Series, #6 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Honestly Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsVestiges: Notes, Responses, & Essays 1988–2018 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Poetry For You
The Divine Comedy: Inferno, Purgatory, and Paradise Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Iliad: The Fitzgerald Translation Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Inward Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dante's Divine Comedy: Inferno Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Odyssey: (The Stephen Mitchell Translation) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Canterbury Tales Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dante's Inferno: The Divine Comedy, Book One Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Love Her Wild: Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Odyssey Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Bedtime Stories for Grown-ups Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Dream Work Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Tao Te Ching: A New English Version Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Prophet Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Beowulf Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Gilgamesh: A New English Version Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5For colored girls who have considered suicide/When the rainbow is enuf Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Iliad of Homer Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Selected Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Daily Stoic: A Daily Journal On Meditation, Stoicism, Wisdom and Philosophy to Improve Your Life Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Way Forward Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Edgar Allan Poe: The Complete Collection Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Letters to a Young Poet (Rediscovered Books): With linked Table of Contents Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (ReadOn Classics) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Divine Comedy: Inferno Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Beyond Thoughts: An Exploration Of Who We Are Beyond Our Minds Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Twenty love poems and a song of despair Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Leaves of Grass: 1855 Edition Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Poems of John Keats (with an Introduction by Robert Bridges) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Odyssey Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related categories
Reviews for The Bones of Winter Birds
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
The Bones of Winter Birds - Ann Fisher-Wirth
1
October: A Gigan
Bamboo outside my window waves against the sky
where small birds warble, then grow silent, and the harsh
crows slice across the morning, across the pecan trees
exhausted from our Mississippi summer
when the air seemed nearly poison
and we could find no joy. The day is sweeter now
but sorrow gathers at every corner, across the world,
so much that the heart shuts down.
The Seer for the Evening at last month’s party,
zipped up in a too-tight velvet costume,
waved a crimson fan before my face
and touching my temples said, No joy shines in you.
Cutting the cards, I drew
Balance Gratitude Breakthrough.
Breathe, and remember the fine-tipped leaves,
the quiet October air. Then it will come, the new.
Mayumi
Mayumi and I fell into the rhythms of working quietly together, she my sous-chef for that first Saturday dinner at the artist residency in California. We grated carrots by hand—a laborious process—making the carrot cake, not talking much as fog crept up the hills from the Pacific Ocean, and then I worked on shrimp and grits, wanting to bring them a bit of my Mississippi.
As we worked we spoke of the photographs Mayumi had just shown me in her studio, random families’ snapshots largely destroyed by water after the Fukushima tsunami. Somehow she had found, scanned, and printed them so that they now are huge, about three feet by four, most of the colors gone. What colors remain are even more vivid, oranges and lime greens, ochers, with faces sometimes barely discernible. A shadowy child gazes out through time, in fractals of color and obliteration. Mayumi is making art of these photographs, cutting tiny petal-shaped holes or pinpricking from the reverse side so that you get a stippled texture, or cutting ever-decreasing V-shapes and gluing them one on top of another in infinitesimal mountains. What patience, doing that work—creating something haunted, beautiful, out of horrific damage.
She tested the cake for doneness as I stirred cheddar and salt into the bubbling grits. Outside wide windows, the redwoods darkened with evening. And beyond them, the hills, the silence—faraway through fog, the ocean.
Vicksburg National Military Park
When they were my sons,
I pulled the covers snug
around their ears
and tucked them in,
smoothed their hair,
kissed their salty eyelids.
Now gingko leaves
make golden blankets
around the tombstone
of a boy from Iowa
and another I can’t read,
and another another
another another another
as far as I can see
scattered across the hillside
this autumn and every
autumn beyond counting.
Prayer
Let the mothers rush toward their babies
and wrap their arms around them tight enough
to hold back even the sea if it would harm them.
Let the anguish melt from the fathers’ eyes.
This summer, the birds are going crazy with melody
in the jungle of wisteria and privet
that shelters my house, and at dawn the air
is fresh—there is sweetness in my life.
One Christmas Eve when our five were small
they asked to sleep on pallets so they could
be near the tree, these