In this poem published in Poetry, Joy Harjo tells us everybody has a heartache, and that we can’t argue with hungry spirits. Of course she tells us so much more…
O at the Edges
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
O at the Edges 
Very moving…thanks for sharing.
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Her poetry is vibrant! Glad you liked it.
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Yes, it is. I’ve read some of her work, but not this particular piece.
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I love Joy Harjo! This poem is phenomenal.
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She is special. There’s so much in this poem!
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This part:
“Unless the indigenous are dancing powwow all decked out in flash and beauty
We just don’t exist. We’ve been dispersed to an outlaw cowboy tale.”
It’s too true. Joy knows.
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She does, indeed. I need to break out my copy of She Had Some Horses. It’s been a while since I dipped into it.
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The last stanzas reminded me of the movie “Coco”.
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Hmm. I haven’t seen “Coco.” Should I?
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Yes. If you like animation. But otherwise too I found the concept interesting.
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I’ll have to check it out. Thanks, Sudhanshu.
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Gorgeous as usual. I love Harjo!
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She definitely speaks to me!
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