In Native bird, Bryan Walpert - who arrived here from the United States a decade ago - writes of what it's been like to be an observer or 'birdwatcher' in a land whose physical and cultural geographies he is still learning to name. With precision and insight, he weaves meditations on birds with the demands of family life in semi-rural, wind-charged Manawatu. At the shifting borders between homes and hearts, prose and poetry, call and song - the poet summons what it means to adapt to new landscapes in an arresting collection that speaks to us all.
I didn’t have any expectations about this collection. Unfamiliar with the poet. Not a recommended read. But it fell into my lap and after skimming some of the language, I decided to give it a go. So. Glad. I. Did. I really, really loved it. I will probably re-read it a few times over the next couple of months. So restrained and beautiful, just like a bird standing on the foreshore, looking out to sea. Highly recommended.
This poems are clever and beautiful, and I've been back to them several times, finding something new on each reading. I love the way they're inter-related, but each so intimate and honest about what it is to live in a country you weren't born in and have to get to know. It's so cool it's a book about birds that's not about birds -- everything poetry should be -- mysterious, touching.
A refreshingly clever set of poems, this. Haven't read his previous volumes, but what a talent. Really loved the meta-commentary anger and the very subtle humour in some of the poems. Also the observation on display here was sometimes startling/mesmerising.