Inspired in part by his love of the tall trees-ancient Douglas firs -and roving in the Qualicum Beach Heritage Forest, Joe Rosenblatt's Bird in the Stillness (Porcupine's Quill $16.95) is a collection of fifty forest devotionals dedicated to the mythic Green Man, a spirit of the woods of his own making. Rosenblatt tells a story through these sonnets, but it's a narrative that is slowly revealed in lines and fragments. Each offering to the Green Man can be digested individually, with no expectations toward a larger tale. Each piece reveals minute glimpses into Rosenblatt's interior. Behind these sumptuous praises is a man in the twilight of his writing career, overwhelmed by the timeless gaze of the trees. The poet is cast, by juxtaposition, in a fleeting, ephemeral light. Each poem reveals a little more about his myriad inadequacies when in the Green Man's mighty shadow.

At times Rosenblatt's muse is cast in equally human tones, but the dominant narrative is the majesty of the Green Man beyond anything humans can achieve. This collection of poems serves as a reminder of the gossamer frailty and solemn power of the Qualicum Beach forests.

Describing the Green Man, he concludes one of his sonnets:

His spirit is indomitable - and he won't let it go astray.

I want to be a greener man than he who rules the forest.

How can I wrest the power from that unsmiling potentate?

A voice in my belfry desires that I be interred inside a tree.

I will not abide the creepy moss moving in and choking me.

The driving rain turns the soul to rot and that is terrifying.

In a review for Tidechange, Sharon Abron Drache notes that he has been both writing and drawing in response to the environment since he gained notoriety for a series of sound poems in the 1960s, Bumblebee Dithyramb, praising bees at Toronto's Allan Gardens as Mother Nature's proletariats. She ably recalls the evolution of Rosenblatt's "nature-starved urban imagination. "As a teenager, Rosenblatt had fled to Allan Gardens to escape the death scene he witnessed daily while working in his Uncle Nathan's Kensington Market fish store. For the young and sensitive poet, the fishmonger he previously respected had morphed into both a jailer and murderer as he confined fresh water carp in huge tanks before clubbing them to death for the gefilte fish made for the Sabbath and other Jewish holidays by his female customers - unlikely accomplices to his routine ichtycides."

The Bird in the Stillness can therefore be likened to a spiritual feast. Nature is in abundance. Starvation, begone. "Rosenblatt's muse," writes Drache, "often a complex conglomeration of animated caricatures of naked women flitting in and out of his poems and drawings in their role as the perpetual guardian/nurturers of the natural world, are remarkably absent in his new book of sonnets, The Bird in the Stillness." The deity of The Green Man is enough.

by James Paley