“Rabbit Is Up to Tricks” by Joy Harjo
Rabbit Is Up to Tricks In a world long before this one, there was enough for everyone, Until somebody got out of line. We heard…
Continue reading →Rabbit Is Up to Tricks In a world long before this one, there was enough for everyone, Until somebody got out of line. We heard…
Continue reading →Once the World Was Perfect Once the world was perfect, and we were happy in that world. Then we took it for granted. Discontent began…
Continue reading →Remember Remember the sky that you were born under, know each of the star’s stories. Remember the moon, know who she is. Remember the sun’s…
Continue reading →Lost Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as…
Continue reading →Spring Somewhere a black bear has just risen from sleep and is staring down the mountain. All night in the brisk and shallow restlessness of…
Continue reading →The sun’s eyes are painting fields again. Its lashes with expert strokes Are sweeping across the land. A great palette of light has embraced This…
Continue reading →Trees I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet…
Continue reading →Self Pity I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt…
Continue reading →I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I…
Continue reading →IAmong twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. III was of three minds,Like a treeIn which there are three…
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