The Daily Telegraph has today published a lovely interview with Matt Merritt in anticipation of the publication of his new prose book, A Sky Full Of Birds. In the interview, Merritt explains the role of birdwatching after his sister's death. As a consequence, I've spent this afternoon with his first pamphlet, Making the most of the light, which is dedicated to Rebecca Merritt.
I've always been aware of the presence of birds in Merritt's poetry, but never before have I really managed to home in on how he interweaves them with human beings, how they illustrate our lives, how they light up his life.
Here are a few snippets:
"...the half-hidden wrecks, the drowned bells,
the constant sarcasm of the seagulls..."
"...late sun picks out
the blush on a wintering goosander's white breast,
where moments earlier there was only a man..."
"...two ravens tumbling
high above, then into the valley to lead us home..."
"...I can see your hall of mirrors smile,
and your eyebrows, an artic tern taking flight."
Birds are viewed from a human perspective, yet they also act as a refreshed and refreshing point of reference for human relations. They enrich Merritt's verse and add another integral layer of texture to one of the most interesting poets around.
Interesting piece in *The Guardian* about the election of the new Oxford Professor of Poetry. Of the three candidates, I think I'd probably go for Alice Os...