Amazon.com Review
Marie Ponsot is a subtle, delicate, and yet oddly assertive poet. Again and again in
The Bird Catcher, she approaches experience with a kind of reasonable trepidation. Yet she always does what is necessary--as protagonist
and poet--to elicit a spiritual insight. Braving the elements seems to be second nature to her. And in this volume, she's consumed by one element in particular: water. In "Separate in the Swim," for example, she can't resist the ocean's allure, despite her terror of "the aim of wave, the idea / that picks up the water / and throws it at the shore." Yet this terror is also a prelude to a vision of oneness:
Each stroke starts a far drumming
clumping the kelp, helping
shells and rubbish decay into sand.
In this stretch of the Atlantic
the whole Atlantic operates.
As I ride, its broad cast evokes
my tiny unity, a pod, a person.
Thanks to the closure of skin
I'm forking the tune I'm part of
though my part is played moving
on a different instrument.
In every poem in the collection, Marie Ponsot functions as an explorer, relentlessly mapping one piece of
terra incognita after another. A linguistic delight,
The Bird Catcher is also an invitation to voyage into the inner and outer wilderness.
--Mark Rudman
From Library Journal
It's been ten years since Ponsot's last work, The Green Dark, which is too long a wait. Her beautifully condensed poems should be sampled every day. Their gorgeous simplicity is, in a way, deceptive; beneath the surface these poems are tough, intellecutally rigorous, controlled without being reductive. Ponsot can break your heart or change your mind with a single phrase and make it all look so easy. No wonder she won the National Book Critics Circle Award for this book.
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