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I admit that I bought this because of the title, being a sucker for all things accordion Simple, straightforward, almost muted poems I get the feeling of a calm and wise observer who is not out to startle or amaze us, but to kindle our quiet appreciation A quote from Pascal beneath the title of the poem Trifles reads, A mere trifle consoles us, for a mere trifle distresses us And I suspect that the author is greatly consoled, indeed charmed, by the details of the everyday a pencil from the Algonquin Hotel, a tiny wooden ladybug, someone dressed up as a horse and playing the accordion I enjoyed in particular the brief glimpses of Paris streets and rooms, even la merde des chiens so ubiquitous on the otherwise tidy Paris streets.Smither is a New Zealand poet and winner of a couple of major awards There is mention here, though, of Montpelier, Vermont so I perhaps she has visited New England, as well as Paris my two favorite places Here are a couple that I copied out.Groown up Son, ReadingHe is reading a motorcycle manual A Kawasaki.While I have my head in an autobiography.He reads of pistons and fine adjustmentswhile I read of incidents and suppositions.There is truth for each of us But howcompanionable it feels Two heads lowered mine raised briefly to record the lookthat belongs to books The brow leaningas if the brain shifts to the forefront of its houselike someone standing at the top of the stairswith one foot lightly on a treadand all self consciousness gone, nothought of making an entrance or an impressionthough he rides his Kawasaki to the bottomto cheers and scandal and thronging girlsand I step lightly through my autobiography Suffolk Sheep Like cold white winter hands clothedin black gloves the black faces,the white bodies, the green fields how strong beauty is how compactlyassembled the first day of glovestaking them out of the drawer, feeling the wool part and warm as the fingersslide into their compartments and the thumbgets special treatment The Suffolk sheep have always got special treatment Designexcellence the dark dainty heads compressedin dark veils, the beauty of those cropping jawbones Many of her poems can be read at the New Zealand Electronic Poetry Center I admit that I bought this because of the title, being a sucker for all things accordion Simple, straightforward, almost muted poems I get the feeling of a calm and wise observer who is not out to startle or amaze us, but to kindle our quiet appreciation A quote from Pascal beneath the title of the poem Trifles reads, A mere trifle consoles us, for a mere trifle distresses us And I suspect that the author is greatly consoled, indeed charmed, by the details of the everyday a pencil from the Algonquin Hotel, a tiny wooden ladybug, someone dressed up as a horse and playing the accordion I enjoyed in particular the brief glimpses of Paris streets and rooms, even la merde des chiens so ubiquitous on the otherwise tidy Paris streets.Smither is a New Zealand poet and winner of a couple of major awards There is mention here, though, of Montpelier, Vermont so I perhaps she has visited New England, as well as Paris my two favorite places Here are a couple that I copied out.Groown up Son, ReadingHe is reading a motorcycle manual A Kawasaki.While I have my head in an autobiography.He reads of pistons and fine adjustmentswhile I read of incidents and suppositions.There is truth for each of us But howcompanionable it feels Two heads lowered mine raised briefly to record the lookthat belongs to books The brow leaningas if the brain shifts to the forefront of its houselike someone standing at the top of the stairswith one foot lightly on a treadand all self consciousness gone, nothought of making an entrance or an impressionthough he rides his Kawasaki to the bottomto cheers and scandal and thronging girlsand I step lightly through my autobiography Suffolk Sheep Like cold white winter hands clothedin black gloves the black faces,the white bodies, the green fields how strong beauty is how compactlyassembled the first day of glovestaking them out of the drawer, feeling the wool part and warm as the fingersslide into their compartments and the thumbgets special treatment The Suffolk sheep have always got special treatment Designexcellence the dark dainty heads compressedin dark veils, the beauty of those cropping jawbones Many of her poems can be read at the New Zealand Electronic Poetry Center ^FREE E-PUB ☚ Horse Playing the Accordion ⇤ Poetry HORSE PLAYING THE ACCORDION Is A New Volume Of Poems By Author Elizabeth Smither The Poetry Gives Witty And Sincere Insight Into Everyday Life, Which Allows The Reader To Think About His Own Seemingly Perfunctory Experiences In New Ways For Example, In The Poem Singing In The Rain She Writes, I Am Caught At The Bus Stop Like Gene Kelly Only I Have An Umbrella Just Two Days Before I Said We Miss All Those Good Experiences Getting Drenched And Here Is My Chance Elizabeth Smither Has Written Fifteen Books Of Poetry, Four Novels, And Five Books Of Short Stories She Was Recently Named The Te Mata Estate Poet Laureate