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Sunken Garden Poetry Festival

June 24, 2010

I had a nice time last night at Hill-Stead Museum’s Sunken Garden Poetry Festival.  How could you not? It was a perfect summer evening.  Latin flavored jazz filled the air while picnics were shared, wine poured, blankets fluffed out over the lush grass.  The Sunken Garden itself was in all its June glory, the Summer House providing the backdrop for the music and for the reading of poems.  Now and then a little cry of happy recognition flared up as friends found one another in the gloaming.

Our Beatrix Farrand-designed sunken garden played host to two fine poets, Gabrielle Calvocoressi and Bessie Reyna.  What a treat it was.  And as the sunset turned into night, birds flew to roost and night time things began to take over.  I was happy to see several chimney swifts, as I did last year.  And the wager still stands that they have nests in church steeples here in Farmington.  Other than raising young, the swifts live the entirety of their lives on the wing, and it may be that they dip their wings at us bi-weekly while we admire our nationally-known poets.  One lone bat skittered across the sky, looking uncoordinated, but being actually anything but.

The full list of the attendees were as follows:

Red-Tailed Hawk
European Starling
American Robin
Catbird
American Goldfinch
Chipping Sparrow
Chimney Swift
Song Sparrow
American Crow
Downy Woodpecker
Tufted Titmouse
Eastern Bluebird
Wood Thrush
Brown-Headed Cowbird
Tree Swallow
Blue Jay
Eastern Phoebe
White-Breasted Nuthatch
Coopers Hawk
Hermit Thrush
Red-Eyed Vireo
Cardinal
Grackle
Great Blue Heron

Shetland Sheep
1 Dragonfly
1 bat
Field Crickets
Fireflies
Tree Toads

Other than the hundreds of people, there were 24 species of bird, 3 species of insect, 1 amphibian, 1 bat, a small flock of literary critic Shetland Sheep, a slightly more than three-quarter moon and Saturn glowing in the early summer sky. And poetry. There was lots of that. Define it how you like.

See you on the trails,

Diane Tucker
Estate Naturalist

Sunken Garden Poetry Festival 6/10/09

June 11, 2009

garden

What a wonderful night. Outstanding poets of national renown, stimulating music, a famous garden of noteworthy design, a hour of natural beauty.  What riches we enjoyed.

Our poets were Robert Hass, Pulitzer Prize winning poet, winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award in poetry, William Carlos Williams award-winner.  His wife, Brenda Hillman shared the podium.  She is the author of seven collections of poetry and another winner of the William Carlos Williams prize. She is also a Pulitzer Prize finalist, and a National Book Award finalist.  We were privileged to have them both.

From our poets: 

White Fir Description

14 cones of fitted pods with meso-tight rings of fitted pods, boy bronzes rising
somewhat
-The usual turkey-foot top but with toes splayed 43″, 47″ “49″
-At no place does the sun show through with more politeness than in 8-inch
 rhombuses criss-crossed with daggerdowns, & the “wrestle” “with
my heart” side
-Each needle an inch-and-a-half long more profuse toward manzanita
than near Meeks Bay, more profane toward sound of scrub jay stopping
then doubling
-Changeoid quiver-cripple wind starts up & lets you record: how often you
fought a fear, half-panic laced with ennui as
-Blond oxygen hovers over the tree, in the direness of safety-an ethics that
would want to want the other to get better

Brenda Hillman

From Robert Hass:

I.
The first long shadows in the fields
Are like mortal difficulty.
The first birdsong is not like that at all.

2.
The light in summer is very young and wholly unsupervised.
No one has made it sit down to breakfast.
It’s the first one up, the first one out.

3.
Because he has opened his eyes, he must be light
And she, sleeping beside him, must be the visible,
One ringlet of hair curled about her ear.
Into which he whispers, “Wake up!”
“Wake up!” he whispers.

Tonight as we relished the viruosity and spirit-enriching talents of our poetic guests, we enjoyed some nature. While our poets shared their work with us, Mother Nature shared hers as she is wont to do whether or not we make ourselves aware. Here is a list of what I was able to percieve:

American Robin
Eastern Pheobe
Chimney Swift (can they be nesting in the Congregational, Episcopal, Catholic churches?)
Chipping Sparrow
Northern Flicker
Scarlet Tanager
Chickadee
House Sparrow
Red-Bellied Woodpecker
Downy Woodpecker
Barn Swallow
Cedar Waxwing
Red-Tailed Hawk
Tree Swallow
Goldfinch
Catbird
Song Sparrow
Cardinal
Blue Jay
European Starling
Eastern Bluebird
Great-Crested Flycatcher
Grackle
Brown-Headed Cowbird
Wood Thrush
Baltimore Oriole
Mourning Dove
Red-Eyed Vireo
Warbling Vireo
House Finch

Other Wildlife:
Grey Tree Frog
Snowy Tree-Cricket
Bats (unlikely to be northern bats)
Fireflies (on my pants)
Sugar Ants
American Toad
Crane Fly
Mosquito (need I point this out?)

Domestic Species:
Shetland Sheep

30 birds, 8 Other Species, 1 Charmingly Domestic Species

Join us next time, two weeks hence, (6/24) as we thrill to Baron Wormser(among other notable things Poet Laureate of Maine)  and the Connecticut Poetry Circuit Winners.

See You on the Trails and at our Poetry and Music Festival.

 Diane Tucker, Estate Naturalist


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