Jun 21 2011
The Poet who started Poetry Live has died.
R.I.P David Mitchell.
I sing th green branch
th lost hymn
to earth’s green blood
to hold back time…
let me here give praise & tongue
to your bright flesh & hair & bone
to mouth & nostril / salt & lime
to breast & belly & that cool line
from throat to thigh: to all yr mouths
& voices / winedeep / lovestung
to silken down beneath th sun / about
& all along th length of supple spine…
so hold / time ! & let us stand
since we are naked &
th blood is up
stay your bitter hand !
- Dave Mitchell
(as posted on Facebook by an Auckland Poet).