Highways and birds

Ten Poems About Highways and Birds by Sarah Bennett

One of the greatest things about being a blogger — aside from the fame and riches — is that sometimes people send me handmade things in the mail. Now and then someone sends me a book, too. Last week I got both in one package: Ten Poems About Highways and Birds, a new chapbook by Via Negativa reader Sarah Bennett. It’s definitely handmade: she told me she taught herself how to silkscreen just so she could do the covers, and the book appears to have been stitched on a sewing machine. It has a great kitchen-table vibe.

Sarah is blogless, so far as I know, and I first “met” her a year ago, when she began leaving comments on some of my tool odes. She emailed a poem that she’d written in response, “Advice to a Nail” (follow the link for a brief bio as well). Then a couple of weeks ago she’d emailed me to say she’d made this chapbook, and would like to send me a copy in return for all my blogging. Sure, I said. I don’t think she had any expectation that I would review it here, and in fact I had to write back for ordering info (see below) once I discovered that the book was, in fact, excellent. So the following is completely unsolicited, albeit influenced by our online friendship.

“Ten Poems About Highways and Birds” is a very unprepossessing title, I’ll admit, and ten poems may not seem like very much — there’s a lot of whitespace in this chapbook. But birds are, among other things, almost universal symbols of aspiration and beauty, and as for highways: they are perhaps the most inescapable and enduring expression of Americans’ passionate monologue with the land. I mean, obviously this isn’t the only nation with highways; it just happens to be one of the few modern nations where even the most fervent of conservationists is still at the mercy of the road system for basic transport. I am acutely aware of this myself since I don’t own a car. (Which can make it tricky to get to Audubon board meetings, as I’ll be doing tonight.)

All ten of the poems are indeed about either highways or birds, and many are about both. Bennett hails from eastern Massachusetts, and she told me that she used to have a long commute, and would often compose poems in her head and jot them down when she got to work, “a la Wallace Stevens (without the secretary).” In that respect, this book reminds me a little of Tom Montag’s distillation of poems from his Morning Drive Journal, The Sweet Bite of Morning, a somewhat longer chapbook published by Juniper Press in 2003. Where Montag is spare and often aphoristic, though, Bennett’s poems are each about a page long, and often pack considerable emotional punch.

In the opening poem, “Early Morning on Route 128,” vehicles and wildlife are seen to share a common destiny:

Crows commute, heads down,
their line of black Fords slow
but steady. A heron keeps his Bentley in low gear.

Are we talking about birds or people here? Bennett never tips her hand.

A page later, our attention is drawn to a “beautifully named” invader of the continent.

The flank of a very large animal occasionally
flexes above me, her curves
revealed as flocks of starling.

Some of the poems tackle more personal subjects. In “Eastbound on the Mass Pike,” Bennett and an unnamed companion are having a fight as they drive, and it’s all she can do to avoid “open[ing] the door / at 75 miles per hour” and bailing out.

Above us one large hawk
and another spin round each other, connected
by a quarter mile of nothing.

Roadkill is of course an unavoidable subject, mentioned in one poem and dealt with head-on in another. But I was even more impressed with the way Bennett relates driving to flying, as in “Aloft,” where a fragment of memory about a blackbird falling out of the sky is interwoven with a story about her mother being afraid that she would forget how to play the organ until she got to church, and the narrator herself confessing that driving was always like that for her — and that in some way it helped her to remember how to be human.

More than anything, I guess, that’s what I like about this book: it’s full of ambiguities. “Love Poem for a Barred Owl,” for example, might really be nothing more or less than that. For a reader with any knowledge of the environmental consequences of sprawl or the big-woods requirements of barred owls, the poem cannot fail to awaken longing and wistfulness.

You should not be
here. The dark fields you fly
over are filled with new
cellar holes and the forest is only trees

in peoples’ back yards.

But when the call recedes into the distance, even readers who know nothing about habitat loss would be forgiven for thinking that something more than fields have been hollowed out and filled with darkness.

My favorite poem in the book involves not birds but earth-bound wildlife instructing each other “On Crossing the Highway.”

Go at night.
It is easier
at night. They give off a light of
warning and
your feet won’t burn.

I particularly like the description of the median strip: “a tiny field full of / wind and roaring.”

The book ends as mysteriously as it began, with a poem involving “of all things a bluebird / in January.” I can’t really quote any more, because, as so often with understated poetry, you have to have read and absorbed the poems that precede it to fully appreciate its impact. As I’ve been typing this review, I’ve been watching of all things a snow squall in April, and thinking that anyone who pays attention to the natural world will have to become much more conversant with anachronisms and strange bedfellows in the years to come. Ten Poems About Highways and Birds is a great place to start.

Ordering info

Sarah writes:

The book costs $6.00, plus $1.00 for postage (I went to the post office today and checked, finally). People can send me a check for $7.00.

Sarah Bennett
47 Sampson Avenue
Swampscott, MA 01907

Or they can email me shbennett5[at]gmail[dot]com for more info.

Thanks, Sarah!

22 Comments


  1. But when the call recedes into the distance, even readers who know nothing about habitat loss would be forgiven for thinking that something more than fields have been hollowed out and filled with darkness.

    Ow. Yeah.

    This sounds like really good stuff.

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    1. It reminds me a bit of your own style, as a matter of fact (and not just because I recently received a chapbook from you of the same length!).

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  2. I am fortunate enough to know Sarah, and even to have had the generous gift of plants from her garden to mine, and am delighted to see your review. The poems of hers that I’ve seen are, indeed, tiny gems. She shows us how to look around us–with careful observation and wisdom and a sort of affectionate bemusement. We can only benefit from her example.

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    1. Thanks for your sharing your impressions. I am always happy to learn about poets of such high calibre who pursue their craft with dedication and intensity without being part of the mad scramble for prestigious prizes and publications.

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  3. I like Sarah’s work you quote here a lot. A quiet drama and such heart come through it.

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  4. There’s fame and riches to be had?

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  5. Wow. wow. The dark fields you fly over. This is very exciting. I will order the book straightaway. A seventh grade teacher, eh? I am so looking forward to reading more.

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    1. And you knew Peter teaches 9th grade English, right? Y’all should compare notes.

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  6. An excellent and sensitive review of an excellent chapbook. Sarah Bennett is a true poet, of surprising turns of mind and phrase, a distinct vision and voice.

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    1. Oh good, someone else who’s read it! Wasn’t it great? Thanks for vouching for my review.

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  7. I recognize that wistfulness. It is hard to look at the world without longing for something that’s long ago gone missing. Every bird is a reminder. Beautiful review, dave. I like the sound of Sarah’s words and voice.

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  8. Wow, this sounds (and looks) fantastic. Thanks for the heads-up.

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    1. Will do; thanks! (VN has a good-sized readership, too, but of course it’s a different readership, one not so focused on poetry.)

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  9. Sarah, I know it is a very beautiful and quite hard-nosed book. I look forward to reading!

    Con

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  10. I love this book of Sarah Bennett’s and add the Advice To A Nail in with it as I’ve been sending it instead of get well cards to my friends who, at this age (70’s and 80’s), seem to be falling apart. Advice to a Nail seems to me to be advice from a Guardian Angel. So touching. And I’m so proud to say Sarah is my daughter in law.

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    1. Thanks for commenting. Sarah’s a fine poet, and I’m cheered to learn that her poetry is being put to such good use!

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