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Reviews for T'ai Chi of Leaves
by Anne Johnson Mullin
...intensely personal poems that prompt us to meditate more broadly on the relationship between humans and the natural environment. ...Women will relish these poems that express so vividly our own experience. Men need to read them, too.
by Elizabeth Dirks
In her vibrant collection...Elizabeth Potter takes us far out on the trail, moving through seasons and rhythms of family life, to the essence of being a woman and a human being. Within her poems, we find a yearning for connection and ultimately a discovery of "what is wild within us." These poems are bold, honest, and clear--"burnished" as if by tides.
by Jay Franzel
Elizabeth Potter's poetry can be unpredictable: sometimes images seems to flash in from above, or well up from below, but always follow a subterranean coherence rooted in the natural world, the unconscious, and deeply felt thoughts. She takes me places I might not otherwise go.
Sample from T'ai Chi of Leaves
Fog Bank
An apparition moves
when the sea desires company.
Restless with lapping at rock,
her longing lifts—
an aeriform gypsy…
She creeps up the banking,
curls in arches of ferns
breathing in their rooty darkness…
Then climbs slender necks of white birch,
tracing underside of branches;
they do not need eyes to know
it is she moving among them.
They understand the sea can move this way—
caress with spectral feathers cool and moist
and drift away as fast as she alights,
imparting a sheen to whatever she touches,
as if newly born.
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