Poetry of the moment

Dwelling with place

We dwell here with the poet lady
She a sandpiper ,a friend to mint

Creeping on the edge of the path.
Mint smells strong early morning,

Brushing the white pant-leg green.
We dwell with a place in her time.

We have mint in our tea co-living
A green life with an essential sea,

Green sea that runs in our blood
And its minerals make our bones.

Plover is neighbor of poetry aunt,
Bird taking off in a mineral blood

And airy insects it ingests into it,
We are all minerals in sea blood.

We dwell with our place like mint,
And smell strong green on pants.

(Getting to know the beautiful poetry of Lorine Niedecker (1903-1970) from an article Dwelling With Place :Lorine Niedecker’s Ecopoetics by Steel Wagstaff in his blog Edgeeffects)

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Sappho, spelled (in the dialect spoken by the poet) Psappho, (born c. 610, Lesbos, Greece — died c. 570 BCE). A lyric poet greatly admired in all ages for the beauty of her writing style.

Her language contains elements from Aeolic vernacular and poetic tradition, with traces of epic vocabulary familiar to readers of Homer. She has the ability to judge critically her own ecstasies and grief, and her emotions lose nothing of their force by being recollected in tranquillity.

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