
Readers of Stephen Wiley's first volume of poetry will find themselves at home as they leaf through the pages of his new book. As in Hero Island, reverence of nature and nature's ways illuminate every line of Mockingbird Come Home.
This is a world in which the patient, loving construction of a cabinet and the discovery of a new galaxy are events equally worthy of celebration. The song of a mockingbird is appreciated as much as a Puccini aria, a cherry tree in full bloom as beautiful as a Botticelli and the death of a moth mimes the nobility of a soldier who gives his life for his comrades.
It is a world where people still pursue the humble, simple chores and duties of old, sharing the "red, round sweet and ripe" tomatoes grown by one's own hand or milking 22 cows before sun-up.
Wiley's poetic voice is consistent because it speaks to the "final four" of the poet's art: nature, time, love and death.
The new book is divided into two sections. The first, "Where We Live," paints miniature portraits of three regions of the country where the poet has spent most of his long (more than three-quarters of a century), rich and varied life: New Jersey, Vermont and Florida. In the second, "Who We Are," Wiley tells of people he has known and loved - and of those who have passed on. The eight poems in the final pages speak of life's final departure. None does so more touchingly than "Going," evoking his father's final minutes.
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