Sunday, June 30, 2019

Poetry by our US Poet Laureate

An American Sunrise
by Joy Harjo


We were running out of breath, as we ran out to meet ourselves. We
were surfacing the edge of our ancestors’ fights, and ready to strike.
It was difficult to lose days in the Indian bar if you were straight.
Easy if you played pool and drank to remember to forget. We
made plans to be professional — and did. And some of us could sing
so we drummed a fire-lit pathway up to those starry stars. Sin
was invented by the Christians, as was the Devil, we sang. We
were the heathens, but needed to be saved from them — thin
chance. We knew we were all related in this story, a little gin
will clarify the dark and make us all feel like dancing. We
had something to do with the origins of blues and jazz
I argued with a Pueblo as I filled the jukebox with dimes in June,
forty years later and we still want justice. We are still America. We
know the rumors of our demise. We spit them out. They die
soon.

Or listen to her recite it herself An American Sunrise recited by Joy Harjo

2 comments:

  1. Wow... Thank you for sharing this... I've never heard of her...
    P.S. - Some "Christians" think other "Christians" are evil. Hatred in America/Religion runs deep - unfortunately...

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  2. Beautiful and heartbreaking poem. Thank you for sharing it.

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