The South Corner of Time hopi navajo papago yaqui tribal literature

Acknowledgements Introduction
Hopi Literature
Navajo Literature
Papago Literature
Yaqui Literature
Native American Literature: Other Sources


Wendy Rose

It is I in the cities, in the bars, in the
dustless reaches of cold eyes who
vanishes, who leans

underbalanced into nothing; it is I
without learning, I without song, who
dies & cries the death time, who

blows from place to place hanging onto
dandelion dust, dying over & over. It is I
who had to search & turn the stones,

half-dead crawl through the bones, let
tears dissolve the dry caves where
woman-ghosts roll piki & insects move
to keep this world alive.

It is I who hold the generous bowl that
flows over with shell & stone,
that is buried in blood, that places its
shape within rock carvings.

It is I who die bearing cracked turquoise
& making noise
so as to protect your fragile immortality
0 Medicine Ones.

From: Wendy Rose. "Vanishing Point: Urban Indian" from Long Division: a Tribal History (Strawberry Press, 1976). Copyright ©1977 by Wendy Rose. Poem reprinted by permission of the author

As printed in Larry Evers, ed. The South Corner of Time. Tucson, Ariz.: The University of Arizona Press, ©1980, p. 39.
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