By Phila Rogers
When eighty California poets come together to create an anthology about crows and ravens, you know these corvids have a strong grip on the human imagination.
The anthology A Bird Black as the Sun: California Poets on Crows & Ravens was produced by two Santa Barbara poets, Enid Osborn and Cynthia Anderson, and published earlier this year by Green Poet Press.
The Press is affiliated with Green Poet Project, founded by Osborn in 1999 to promote poetry events and publications in the Santa Barbara area.
The title is taken from Gary Snyder’s Myths and Texts:
“Raven on a roost of furs No bird in a bird-book Black as the sun”
This wonderful collection is divided into ten sections beginning with Awakener and ending with Night-Bringer. The titles evoke certain aspects of “crowness” such as “Enigma,” “Muse,” “Omen,” “Joker” and “Messenger.”
I had not intended to read every poem, but ended up doing so. Not every poem resonated with my corvid sensibilities, but most did.
Jim Natal’s poem “Early Morning Crow,” states that “Crows have no shame. They caw at 6 A.M., expect a response from windows reflecting overcast skies….” and then ends with “a solitary crow that croaks: Is anybody there? Is anybody there? Then flies away before you can form a suitable answer.”
Osborn, one of the co-editors of the collection, says that “what sets crows and ravens apart from other birds is their ability to individuate and surprise.” She adds that “The same is true of the poets who fill these pages.”
Like all good poems, this collection inspires you to dig deep for your own crow thoughts. For instance, deborah major writes in her “San Francisco Crows:”
When I was a child There were no crows in San Francisco no wild crows sleek, black and full of harsh, assaulting song.
Those lines prompted me to remember that when I heard the raucous, impertinent Common Raven’s call for the first time a few years ago, I thought it gave a nice, unexpected wildness to the Berkeley hill where I live. Then, as their numbers increased and they took up surveillance positions on the tops of the tallest conifers, I worried whether they were looking for songbird nests to raid. And as ravens and crows became more abundant everywhere, I wondered why.
I especially appreciated the poems in the section titled “Joker.” W.K. Gourley speaks through a crow in his poem “Crow Advises Claude, the Bird Hunter,” saying:
Claude, you have a faulty view of my kin, Our Corvus family is not responsible For foot-tracks around your eyes Or measuring a straight flying distance. We would not stoop to the metaphor abasement, such as ‘eating human.’
In the final section, “Night-Bringer,” Lisl auf der Heide writes in “Black Birds”:
“When the crows come black against the darkening sky their wings obscure the sun and small sounds drown in their strident caws. They storm the walnut tree snatch the green fruit drop it from great heights retrieve the cracked kernels. Again and again they dive From tree to ground feathers gleaming where stray sunrays touch. And when the mountains turn blue with the haze of evening the crows lift off in ebony formation head toward some secret roost where they blend into the night.
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You can read more about A Bird Black as the Sun at http://www.greenpoetpress.com/index.html. You can buy copies of the anthology online from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, or ask your local independent bookstore to order a copy for you.