R.T. Smith is probably best known as an editor of the literary journal Shenandoah. Banish Misfortune is a chapbook published early in his career but as he was approaching middle age. Reading it has made me curious about his other work, which I'll gladly pick up when it crosses my path. The work in this chapbook is largely descriptive and embraces natural subjects and the changing of seasons (in life as well as in nature). One poem that manages to transcend mere description in his chapbook is "March Gulls," in which the narrator is feeding sea gulls. The following is an excerpt from the second half:
one at each shoulder, the beaks gleaming, so close they petal that I am the axis of a rose
of motion feeding on leftovers. Endangered, I close my eyes. Stunned by symmetry and aware
of all human hungers and drives, I wish to hollow my bones for music of their atonal scream.
I strain to bristle with feathers, but fail. The last scrap thrown, my white disciples scatter, one
by one, petals windblown in autumn. The sea is closer, gray and green, the wind at my shoulder suggesting
I fly, as damp sand entreats me to sink. Bent palms wave calmly, green, and delight in the dream
of such worship fades. I walk the beach where broken bread has made beauty. [...]
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This chapbook was an enjoyable read and I look forward to someday reading Smith's later work.