Selected Poems of Joy Harjo - Music Center
Selected Poems of Joy Harjo - Music Center
Selected Poems of Joy Harjo - Music Center
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Eagle Poem by <strong>Joy</strong> <strong>Harjo</strong><br />
To pray you open your whole self<br />
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon<br />
To one whole voice that is you.<br />
And know there is more<br />
That you can't see, can't hear<br />
Can't know except in moments<br />
Steadily growing, and in languages<br />
That aren't always sound but other<br />
Circles <strong>of</strong> motion.<br />
Like eagle that Sunday morning<br />
Over Salt River. Circles in blue sky<br />
In wind, swept our hearts clean<br />
With sacred wings.<br />
We see you, see ourselves and know<br />
That we must take the utmost care<br />
And kindness in all things.<br />
Breathe in, knowing we are made <strong>of</strong><br />
All this, and breathe, knowing<br />
We are truly blessed because we<br />
Were born, and die soon, within a<br />
True circle <strong>of</strong> motion,<br />
Like eagle rounding out the morning<br />
Inside us.<br />
We pray that it will be done<br />
In beauty.<br />
In beauty.<br />
How we became human: new and selected poems / <strong>Joy</strong> <strong>Harjo</strong>. New York: W.W. Norton & Co., c2002.<br />
<strong>Music</strong> <strong>Center</strong> Anchor Work Model Curriculum Unit: <strong>Selected</strong> <strong>Poems</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Joy</strong> <strong>Harjo</strong>.<br />
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The Delight Song <strong>of</strong> Tsoai-talee<br />
By N. Scott Momaday<br />
I am a feather on the bright sky<br />
I am the blue horse that runs on the plain<br />
I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water<br />
I am the shadow that follows a child<br />
I am the evening light, the lustre <strong>of</strong> meadows<br />
I am an eagle playing with the wind<br />
I am a cluster <strong>of</strong> bright beads<br />
I am the farthest star<br />
I am the cold <strong>of</strong> dawn<br />
I am the roaring <strong>of</strong> the rain<br />
I am the glitter <strong>of</strong> the crust <strong>of</strong> the snow<br />
I am the long track <strong>of</strong> the moon in a lake<br />
I am a flame <strong>of</strong> four colors<br />
I am a deer standing away in the dusk<br />
I am a field <strong>of</strong> sumac and the pomme blanche<br />
I am an angle <strong>of</strong> geese in the winter sky<br />
I am the hunger <strong>of</strong> a young wolf<br />
I am the whole dream <strong>of</strong> these things<br />
You see, I am alive, I am alive<br />
I stand in good relation to the earth<br />
I stand in good relation to the gods<br />
I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful<br />
I stand in good relation to the daughter <strong>of</strong> Tsen-tainte<br />
You see, I am alive, I am alive<br />
In the presence <strong>of</strong> the sun: stories and poems, 1961-1991 / N. Scott Momaday, New<br />
York: St. Martin's Press, Copyright © 1992.<br />
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