The Wren Notebook (Rick Smith's first collection of poetry in over 25
years!) is available as of January 2000!
This handsome, perfect-bound volume of poetry(70 pgs)is illustrated by
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Excerpt from The Wren Notebook:
from the introduction:
"Rick Smith is one hell of a poet. A tireless romantic, rich in the
history of poetry and the blues, he casts himself in the role of wren. Or
is the wren’s role Rick? The wandering troubadour, the reflective father,
the lover, the neglected artist. Rick tells it all.
"As the son of painter William A. Smith, he grew up in Pennsylvania
admiring friends of his father’s like poet Carl Sandburg. I still see
Sandburg’s influence. America dreaming, roots in the ground. But I also
see him as the underdog, sometimes proud, sometimes rebellious, and he
really knows how to tell a story." -- Llyn Foulkes
Crash landings and small craft warnings
seeds and grasses in
the cross wind of the plains.
This defiance is perilous:
darting in and out
a ground skirmish
with a young buffalo, the size of a continent,
who seems not to notice
but who avoids stepping on any of us.
Huge and tiny
(copyright 1999 Rick Smith)
A splash of orange
slanders a black sky
and the wren heads for cover.
The wren is a recurrent figure.
She has a beak
and she can crack small things.
She has an eye
for lateral moments.
There are facts
that blur the line
the garden and the natural world.
And there are crows. They
lift off from limbs
in the orange grove out back
and under cover of that sweet air
they land like WWII bombers
inside the garden.
Inside we wait for hunger.
Outside we wait for movement.
We want what is inside to go away.
We want what is outside
to be prey. On this morning,
fortune is with us.
The crows won’t even play
on this turf.
There is big work
in other parts.
has a throat
reserved for cricket
It is cricket and song
that lead her
(Copyright 1999 Rick Smith)
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