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Joan Colby, a masterful poet and avid bird lover, takes us on a lyrical exploration inside the bird kingdom. Through her careful observances and vivid imagination, we often see ourselves-our human interactions, our social conditions, our philosophies, our celebrations, our grief. And sometimes, of course, a poem is simply about the bird. There's always oneWho is preoccupied-a dreamerContemplating the poetry of a cornfield, Gleaning the easy pickings ofThe left behind.

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Written by a poet at the top of her conjoined powers of observation, understanding, imagination, and craftsmanship, these poems are as clear-eyed and precise as a hawk in descent, and often as fierce. Like Audubon in her poem The Artists of Exactitude (though unlike him because her subjects are not dead), Colby is an Obermeister[ ] of observation/ Threading the needle of particulars. These poems capture how the experience of watching birds impinges on our minds and stirs our emotions. The hinges of [crows'] wings seem to groan/ Like the rheumatic branches. Even my eyes/ Ache with the freight/ Of their passing. Gulls who ride the swells are Snugged to our planet/ like fleas/ In a heaving vastness. All night the owl is silent as a ghost/ On glider wings. A seized bird is lifted skyward/ into the rapture of a redtail's/ Book of revelations. A Cooper's Hawk stoops from clouds, / A lightning bolt thrown by a fierce/ Old god. Colby's metaphors, exact and original, continually delight.-Judy Kronenfeld, PhD, lecturer emerita, UC Riversideauthor, Bird Flying Through the Banquet I wake to wings crashing into my window, Joan Colby informs us in this congregation of bird poems, as casually as if we'd just sat down with her morning coffee and toast. There is, however, nothing casual about her poetry, nor is the subject birds alone. Colby knows and employs the language of ornithology to riveting effect, but always with a human implication circling and circling. We're not supposed to anthropomorphize, Colby admits, but the more we learn, the more we ponder. And doesn't the power of strong poetry lie in its ability to make us ponder? In these poems, see how Colby selects the delectable morsel, knowing exactly what [we] want. Try just one poem. You'll follow like a soar of larks.-Dana Wildsmith, author, One Light Ever a sharp observer of people Joan Colby has an eye and much affection for nature as well. In these poems her viewing of birds reflects back to the human world with the attention for detail that has long given her poetry a vigorous edge. She never shirks from harsh facts, though she can still leave us with the observation that we roost in each other.-David Chorlton

"Written by a poet at the top of her conjoined powers of observation, understanding, imagination, and craftsmanship, these poems are as clear-eyed and precise as a hawk in descent, and often as fierce. Like Audubon in her poem ""The Artists of Exactitude"" (though unlike him because her subjects are not dead), Colby is an Obermeister[ ] of observation/ Threading the needle of particulars. These poems capture how the experience of watching birds impinges on our minds and stirs our emotions. The hinges of [crows'] wings seem to groan/ Like the rheumatic branches. Even my eyes/ Ache with the freight/ Of their passing. Gulls who ride the swells are Snugged to our planet/ like fleas/ In a heaving vastness. All night the owl is silent as a ghost/ On glider wings. A seized bird is lifted skyward/ into the rapture of a redtail's/ Book of revelations. A Cooper's Hawk stoops from clouds, / A lightning bolt thrown by a fierce/ Old god. Colby's metaphors, exact and original, continually delight.-Judy Kronenfeld, PhD, lecturer emerita, UC Riversideauthor, Bird Flying Through the Banquet I wake to wings crashing into my window, Joan Colby informs us in this congregation of bird poems, as casually as if we'd just sat down with her morning coffee and toast. There is, however, nothing casual about her poetry, nor is the subject birds alone. Colby knows and employs the language of ornithology to riveting effect, but always with a human implication circling and circling. We're not supposed to anthropomorphize, Colby admits, but the more we learn, the more we ponder. And doesn't the power of strong poetry lie in its ability to make us ponder? In these poems, see how Colby selects the delectable morsel, knowing exactly what [we] want. Try just one poem. You'll follow like a soar of larks.-Dana Wildsmith, author, One Light Ever a sharp observer of people Joan Colby has an eye and much affection for nature as well. In these poems her viewing of birds reflects back to the human world with the attention for detail that has long given her poetry a vigorous edge. She never shirks from harsh facts, though she can still leave us with the observation that we roost in each other.-David Chorlton"

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