Homage to the Lady with the Dirty Feet and other Vermont Poems
Stanford J. Searl, Jr.
A Poet’s Statement
These are poems under the influence of the great goddess, memory and celebrate those occasions when the goddess whispered in my ear -
I think of memory as a way to be connected with the goddesses if only through waiting, listening and metaphor. Initially, I thought that these poems would be "Vermont Kitchen Poems" about baked beans, dandelion greens and hanging out in the kitchen at 100 Main Street, listening to the radio, drinking and talking. However, in addition to being in the kitchen, these poems reflect overall aspects of the place, including the Black River, portraits of unique, remarkable people such as the Lady-
I think about the goddess, Mnemosyne as a psychic, dreamlike builder of different bridges who provides passageways back and forth between the present and the past, infused with the streaming, dreaming realities of the past, now become present. It's as if memory opened up soulful, heart infused bridges to allow the poet to be present to the Black River or Aunt Sally or Mrs. Pease and my grandmother and others, creating a certain resonant metaphoric bridge that shimmers with energy and delight at times.
These poems celebrate the bridge building power of memory -
From the book:
Those bitter
but useful herbs,
taraxacum officinale,
infused her whole body with acrid bitterness,
bringing the earliest spring greens
into the middle of the kitchen at 100 Main Street,
as the huge pot of steaming greens
brewed on top of the electric stove
while Nana sang
(even though she couldn’t carry a tune),
prancing around the kitchen
on an early May morning,
strengthened by that mess of dandelion greens
and imbibing their liquid nectar
as if she had died and gone to heaven.
Meanwhile, her husband, Clyde,
read the newspaper
and gazed out the kitchen window to the west
at the river,
while she drank the dandelion liquor
as if she had joined that odd Amherst recluse, Emily Dickinson,
tasting a liquor never brewed
or meant for the rest of us,
intoxicated by the energy of another Vermont springtime
as the dandelion juices infused themselves into her liver,
flowing into the gall bladder
touched by the watery, streaming energies,
provoking the earth itself
to open up to this early springtime tonic.
Stanford J. Searl, Jr. lives in Culver City, California and for twenty-
Raised from birth by his father's parents, S. Clyde and Daisy Godfrey Searl at 100 Main Street, Ludlow, Vermont, Searl graduated from Ludlow's Black River High School in 1961 and has a Ph.D. in English from Syracuse University. He has published two books about Quaker silent worship, including Voices from the Silence and The Meanings of Silence in Quaker Worship. He co-
Homage to the Lady with the Dirty Feet and other Vermont Poems
is a 100 page hand-
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