I rose from marsh mud
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich rich silence of the church, the little white slave-girl in her diamond fronds. In aisle and arch the satin secret collects. United for life to serve silver. Possessed.
From Lorine Niedecker: Collected Works by Lorine Niedecker, © 2002 The Regents of the University of California, University of California Press.
Born on May 12, 1903, Lorine Niedecker's poetry has often been placed in the Imagist and Objectivist movements.
Date Published: 2002-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/i-rose-marsh-mud