All Morning the Crows - Kearney, Meg

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Résumé :

Poetry. Winner of the Washington Prize. Meg Kearney draws on her acute powers of observation, a lively curiosity, and her gift for startling and beautiful imagery to take us on a journey of personal exploration, discovery, and reconciliation. Kearney explores the parallel worlds of humans and birds, finding revelation in the ways they call to each other across the gulf between them. Engaging, deeply satisfying, crafted with a knowledge of birds and their behavior sufficient to satisfy even the most demanding birder, yet never alienating the casual observer--with wit, musicality, and her own unflinching eye, Kearney gives us a page-turner we want never to end.

Says Cleopatra Mathis, This book goes well beyond a metaphoric treatment of birds and their habits. Instead, their differing characteristics comprise a jumping-off point for a mythology of selfhood-a lens through which to examine and confront a personal history. The catalog of birds illustrates how happenstance and speculation determine who she is. Untranslatable and mysterious as any mythology, a various history of a changeable self accumulates in these inventive, charged, and often ecstatic poems. Meg Kearney's poems both delight and complicate-at heart a spirit as unknowable and evocative as the birds themselves.

And Michael Waters adds, Against the backdrop of her parents' death, the trauma of the Towers, and pervasive self-doubt, a young woman traces her history of flight, offering a narrative of heartbreak spliced with humor and filtered through the raucous assemblages of birds which inhabit her, 'singing in the cage my bones make.' If birds provide music ('She just likes to say grackle, a crack-your- / knuckles, hard-candy word') and spiritual sustenance ('the soul is a sparrow'), they also allow the narrator to negotiate her habitat: 'Bird seed-it's in your hair, / my mother said, reaching for me.' Meg Kearney has crafted a dazzling book of personal transformations, moving and memorable.