The Powwow at the End of the World
I am told by many of you that I must forgive and so I shall
after an Indian woman puts her shoulder to the Grand Coulee Dam
and topples it. I am told by many of you that I must forgive . . .
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Prayer
Over a dock railing, I watch the minnows, thousands, swirl
themselves, each a minuscule muscle, but also, without the
way to create current, making of their unison (turning, re- . . .
Prayer for My Father
Your head is still
restless, rolling
east and west. . . .
Prayer Rug
Those intervals
between the day’s
five calls to prayer . . .
Pride
Crowned with a feathered helmet,
Not for disguise or courtship
Dance, he looks like something . . .
The Princess: Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font.
. . .
Prison Song
The skin ripples over my body like moon-wooed water,
rearing to escape me. Where could it find another
animal as naked as the one it hates to cover?
. . .
Prisoners
Though the road turn at last
to death’s ordinary door,
and we knock there, ready . . .
The Promise
Stay, I said
to the cut flowers.
They bowed . . .
The Properly Scholarly Attitude
The poet pursues his beautiful theme;
The preacher his golden beatitude;
And I run after a vanishing dream—
. . .
