Birds in the Tops of
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Birds in the Tops of Winter Trees
74 pages. $15.00.
|Ron Houchinís Birds
in the Tops of Winter Trees wonders about reality: at best, itís
tentativeóif it can be measured at all, it is only in the smallest and
briefest moments and not even those moments seem connected. "Things
change and begin to let go, like leaves," Houchin says in one poem;
"I am a segment of life lying on the couch," he says in
another. The imagery throughout is spare and rendered in a language as
plain and necessary as salt. Yet there isnít a grain of easy sentiment
in the entire book, no longing for the past, no hope for the sunshine of
some day to come. "Down here," he says, "itís mostly
winter, stick-brown goundhogs, and days of ball bearing skies." The
world we live in, Houchin implies in this fine collection, is the very
world weíve made. It hurts to read some of these poems because in
their half-lit, humble way they stab the truth.
--- Maurice Manning
"Pole to that dark place in the far
bank," Ron Houchin demands of the muse in his marvelous new poetry
collection. As we accompany Houchin, we contemplate both the poet's
mortality and our own, but we also see the wonder of the fleeting world
Elegiac, angry, lonely, and funny, Ron
Houchinís latest collection finds its strength in the poetís keen
eye for the Appalachian landscape he loves, even as he is "packing
to leave the planet." Whether he writes of crying as the "Song
of the World" or a starry sky as "sperm-filled," just
missing "its aloof egg, the moon," Houchin is startling,
original. And he gives us the gift of laughing at himself. "I
wonder," he writes, "if history is such a mess
expressly//because I was not here for so long."