Poems found: 598
FOUR POEMS FOR A CHILD SON / DECEMBER 18, 1972: IT WAS THE THIRD DAY, JULY 12 , 1971
NOTES ON THE STEPS OF THE DAN DIEGO BUS DEPOT
PORTRAIT OF A POET WITH A CONSOLE TV IN HAND
THE SIGNIFICANCE OF A VETERAN'S DAY
TRAVELS IN THE SOUTH: 1. EAST TEXAS
TRAVELS IN THE SOUTH: 2. THE CREEK NATION EAST OF THE MISSISSIPPI
TRAVELS IN THE SOUTH: 3. CROSSING THE GEORGIA BORDER INTO FLORIDA
A SAN DIEGO POEM: JANUARY - FEBRUARY 1973: SURVIVAL THIS WAY
BLUE JAY PECKS INTO THE HARD CRUSTY SNOW. WORKING FOR ITS
FRIEND AND I WERE TALKING YESTERDAY AFTERNOON ABOUT A RE
GENTLE WINTER WIND MOVES BARE POPLAR BRANCHES SLOWLY BACK
AFTER READING SEVERAL ALICE WALKER POEMS THIS MORNING, A TER
ALBERT WAS TELLING ABOUT WHEN HE WAS A BOY. HE AND OTHER
ANN'S MOTHER TELLS A STORY OF HER MOTHER AND AUNT SENT INTO
AS ALIYOSHO APPROACHED A SPRING, HE SAW AN OLD HORSE. THE
AS WE COME THIS NIGHT FROM THE WESTERN HILLS ABOVE OKREEK
AS WE RIDE TOWARD MISSION AND ARE FIVE MILES EAST OF THE SMALL
BILLY AND DANNY AND LARRY. AND ME
BOX ELDERS ARE STRANGE INSECTS, SEEMING LOST AND WITHOUT PUR
CHOOSING WORDS IS A WASTE OF TIME. LET THE WORDS CHOOSE
COMING FROM VALENTINE, NEBRASKA, CROSSING THE STATE LINE INTO
DAVID CALLS TOM A CYNIC BECAUSE TOM SAYS YOU CAN'T BUILD A
DRIVING BACK FROM WINNER LAST NIGHT, THERE WAS AN UNUSUAL
FRIENDS WRITE ME FROM ARIZONA, COLORADO, NEW YORK, FROM
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR!
HE LOOKED TOWARD THE FROZEN CREEK. ALONG THE CREEKBANK
HE WATCHED YELLOW SUNBEAMS BLOOMING ON THE KITCHEN WALL
HOT COFFEE AT RON'S IS ALWAYS GOOD. BLACK, STRONG. LAUGHTER
HOW OUR LIVES TURN, BENDING AND BREAKING SOMETIMES, AND
I DON'T KNOW THOUGH. I MAY SAY THAT I WON'T, THAT I CAN'T. IT'S
I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM FOR YEARS, MAYBE SEVEN. HE STILL HAS THAT
I MAKE PHONE CALLS TODAY FROM HERE TO THE WEST. DISTANCE IS
I WAKE UP TO A COLD HOUSE. THE WALLS ARE HARD, DENSE, STONY
I'VE FORGOTTEN PART OF THE STORY, BUT I REMEMBER SHE SAID, 'THE
ICICLES FASCINATE ME. THEIR APPEARANCE, THEIR FORMATION, THEIR
IN THE EVENING SEVERAL DAYS AGO, I WENT TO GET THE FROZEN LAUN
IT COULDN'T HAVE BEEN MORE THAN FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER. HE
IT WAS SNOWING IN THE MORNING AND THE WIND WAS BLOWING.
IT WASN'T MY FATHER WHO TOLD ME THE STORY OF THE MORNING THE
IT'S NOT THAT STRANGE BECAUSE WE HAVE BECOME SO USED TO
IT'S STRANGELY QUIET, PERHAPS ONLY BECAUSE STORMS HAVE BEEN
IT'S THE WAY IT IS, HE THOUGHT. GETTING UP THAT MORNING, HE
LATER ON, I WILL REMEMBER THE GOOD SMELL OF BREAD, FRESH
MORNING RADIO: THE WEATHER REPORT SAYS, 'FREEZING RAIN, NO
MORNING: DAWNLIGHT HOLDS STEADY, AND SILENCE DOES NOT BETRAY
ON LATE-NIGHT TELEVISION, TWO U.S. SCIENTISTS TALK ABOUT WHY
ONCE, IT MUST HAVE BEEN IN THE SUMMER OF 1971 IN COLORADO
ONE MORNING, ONE WINTER HE GOT UP. ACCORDING TO HIS ROLE
PART OF THE DAY SPENT WRAPPING CHRISTMAS GIFTS MAKES ME SAD
PERCEPTION OF CHANGE IN THE SEASON'S WEATHER IS DEFINITE. THE
SO IT HAPPENED. IT COULD HAVE BEEN ONLY A STORY, JUST A STORY
TELEVISION NEWS THIS EARLY MORNING IS ABOUT THE PHILIPPINES AND
THANKSGIVING DAY: GOING TO GET WOOD IN THE COLD GARAGE, I
DEER ARE BEAUTIFUL, UNAFRAID, COMING SLOWLY DOWN THE HILL
FAR HILLS ARE NO LONGER FAR HILLS. THE HORIZON HAS MERGED
MORE NAMES YOU HAVE THE MORE OF A PERSON YOU BECOME
NEWSPAPER CITES A TRAGEDY, WHAT COULD IT BE CALLED BUT
RADIO REPORT OF DOWNTOWN WINNER AT 10 DEGREES ABOVE
SCENE IS SHOWN ON TELEVISION OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN
THERE IS ALWAYS THE MOMENT OF SILENCE. NO MOTION. JUST THE
THERE'S A BRIGHT PRAIRIE SUN BUT THE WIND JUST DOESN'T NOTICE. IT
THIS MORNING THE SUN WILL BE LATE. IT WILL TAKE ITS TIME. LIGHT'
THREE. ON TUESDAY, HALMI AND I WERE SUDDENLY HALTED IN OUR
TONIGHT, A MAN IN A GREEN COAT AND A GORILLA MASK HELD UP A
UNDERNEATH ALL THIS FEBRUARY SNOW, THE PRAIRIE HILLS URGE TINY
WALKING TOWARD WINNER YESTERDAY, TRYING TO HITCH A RIDE, I
WE DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO SOMETIMES. EVEN WITH THE DEAR
WE LUNGE TOWARD IT, DRIVING A LITTLE COMPACT CAR, SUCH A POOR
WHEN ALIYSOHO AND CABALLO PINTO APPROACHED THE REY'S
WHEN WE RETURN TO OKREEK, THE LITTLE LAKOTA VILLAGE SECURE IN
WINDTRAILS CARVED IN SNOWBANKS. SNOWBANKS SCULPTED LIKE
WINTER IS OVER, I CAN FEEL IT, AND I FEEL A SADNESS FOR ITS GOING
YESTERDAY, THE FEW SUNNY DAYS WERE GONE, GONE SUDDENLY
BEING POOR' AND POWERLESS. AND REFUSING AGAIN
STATE'S CLAIM...': ELECTRIC LINES
STATE'S CLAIM...': PHONE COMPANY
STATE'S CLAIM...': RIGHT OF WAY
MORNING PRAYER AND ADVICE FOR A RAINBOWDAUGHTER: ADVICE
MORNING PRAYER AND ADVICE FOR A RAINBOWDAUGHTER: FOR THIS MORNING
PATIENCE POEM FOR THE CHILD THAT IS ME
SAN DIEGO POEM: JANUARY - FEBRUARY 1973: SHUDDERING
SAN DIEGO POEM: JANUARY - FEBRUARY 1973: THE JOURNEY BEGINS
SAN DIEGO POEM: JANUARY - FEBRUARY 1973: UNDER L.A. INTERNATIONAL
SAN DIEGO POEM: JANUARY-FEBRUARY 1973: SHUDDERING
ALBUQUERQUE BACK AGAIN: 12/6/74
ALWAYS JUST LIKE YOU JUST LIKE ME
AND THERE IS ALWAYS ONE MORE STORY. MY MOTHER WAS TELLING THIS ONE
ANTHROPOLOGY OF AMERICAN SCHOLARS: NOTES, THAT IS
ARRIVAL IN SUDDEN SEASIDE FOG THIS MORNING
BABY BIRD PRAYERS FOR MY CHILDREN, RAHO AND RAINY
BACK EAST. BUT WHEN? WHERE? WHAT? WHO?
BEAUTY ALL AROUND: A MOMENT ON THE LAKOTA PRAIRIE
BEAUTY ALL AROUND: BORROWED FROM DINEH
BEGINNING AND ENDING SONG: PART 1
BEGINNING AND ENDING SONG: PART 2
BELOVED MY DESCENDANTS, I KNOW YOU THIS WAY
BETWEEN ALBUQUERQUE AND SANTA FE: A NEW MEXICO PLACE NAME
BETWEEN ALBUQUERQUE AND SANTA FE: BACK INTO THE WOMB, THE CENTER
BETWEEN ALBUQUERQUE AND SANTA FE: FINGERS TALKING IN THE WIND
BETWEEN ALBUQUERQUE AND SANTA FE: LIKE MISSISSIPPI
BETWEEN SOUTH DAKOTA AND THERE
BLUE WHALE, THE LARGEST LIVING ANIMAL I'VE NEVER SEEN
BLUES SONG FOR THE PHOENIX BUS DEPOT DERELICT
CROSSING THE COLORADO RIVER INTO YUMA
CURLY MUSTACHE, 101-YEAR-OLD NAVAJO MAN
EARTH AND RAIN, THE PLANTS & SUN
FOR NOW IT'S ENOUGH: LATE NIGHT AT ARA HOUSE: THANK GOD
FOR OUR BROTHERS: BLUE JAY, GOLD FINCH, FLICKER, SQUIRREL
FOR THOSE SISTERS & BROTHERS IN GALLUP
FOUR POEMS FOR A CHILD SON: 'WHAT'S YOUR INDIAN NAME?'
FOUR POEMS FOR A CHILD SON: IT WAS THE THIRD DAY, JULY 12, 1971
FOUR POEMS FOR A CHILD SON: WHAT MY UNCLE TONY TOLD MY SISTER AND ME
FOUR POEMS FOR A CHILD SON: YESTERDAY
GRAND CANYON CHRISTMAS EVE 1969
GREATEST BELIEVERS GREATEST DISBELIEVERS
HER STORY ABOUT SAVING HERSELF
HESPERUS CAMP, JULY 13, INDIAN 1971
HIHDRUUTSI, IN THE WAY OF MY OWN LANGUAGE THAT IS MY NAME
HISTORIES, PLACES, INDIANS, JUST LIKE ALWAYS
HOW TO MAKE A GOOD CHILI STEW - THIS ONE ON JULY 16, A SATURDAY
HOW TO MAKE A GOOD CHILI STEW: AT LAST
HOW TO MAKE A GOOD CHILI STEW: FURTHER DIRECTIONS TO MAKE SURE IT'S
HOW TO MAKE A GOOD CHILI STEW: WAITING FOR IT TO GET ONE
IRISH POETS ON SATURDAY AND AN INDIAN
IT IS NO LONGER THE SAME AS IT WAS IN THE OLDEN DAYS
JOHN AND THE MEXICANS IN TRUCHAS
JUST CALL IT SMILING FOR VICTORY
KAWESHTIMA SHARING ITS EXISTENCE WITH ME AND ME SHARING MY EXISTENCE
KUUTRA TSAH-TSEH-MA SRUTAI-KYUIYAH
LAKOTA PEOPLE HERE KEEP ASKING ME, 'WELL, HOW DO YOU LIKE
LAND AND STARS, THE ONLY KNOWLEDGE
LIKE MYSELF, THE SOURCE OF THESE NARRATIVES IS MY HOME
MEANWHILE: SOON THE MILLENNIA: BURNING FORESTS: INDIANS KILLED:
MISSING THAT INDIAN NAME OF ROY OR RAY
MORNING BY A LAKESIDE IN MARION COUNTY, S.C.
MY CHILDREN, AND A PRAYER FOR US
NOTES ON THE STEPS OF THE SAN DIEGO BUS DEPOT
OUR CHILDREN WILL NOT BE AFRAID
OUR HOMELAND, A NATIONAL SACRIFICE AREA
PLACES WE HAVE BEEN: INDIANHEAD BAY
PLACES WE HAVE BEEN: ITHACA, NEW YORK
PLACES WE HAVE BEEN: NORTHERN MAINE
PLACES WE HAVE BEEN: VADA'S IN CUBA, NEW MEXICO
POEMS FROM THE VETERANS HOSPITAL
POEMS FROM THE VETERANS HOSPITAL: 8:50 AM FT. LYONS VAH
POEMS FROM THE VETERANS HOSPITAL: ALONG THE ARKANSAS RIVER
POEMS FROM THE VETERANS HOSPITAL: CHERRY PIE
POEMS FROM THE VETERANS HOSPITAL: DAMN HARD
POEMS FROM THE VETERANS HOSPITAL: FOR A TAOS MAN HEADING SOUTH
POEMS FROM THE VETERANS HOSPITAL: LOOKING, LOOKING
POEMS FROM THE VETERANS HOSPITAL: SUPERCHIEF
POEMS FROM THE VETERANS HOSPITAL: TEETH
POEMS FROM THE VETERANS HOSPITAL: TRAVELING
POEMS FROM THE VETERANS HOSPITAL: TWO OLD MEN
PORTRAIT OF A POET WITH A CONSOLE TV IN HAND
RETURNING IT BACK, YOU WILL GO ON
SOMETIMES IT'S BETTER TO LAUGH 'HONEST INJUN'
STORIES, WORDS FINDING THEIR WAY
TEN O'CLOCK NEWS IN THE AMERICAN MIDWEST
THAT'S THE PLACE INDIANS TALK ABOUT
SIGNIFICANCE OF A VETERAN'S DAY
WIND DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO BUT BE BLUE
THEY COME AROUND, THE WOLVES - AND COYOTE AND CROW, TOO
THIS IS THE WAY STILL WE SHALL GO ON
THIS SONG: BEATING THE HEARTBEAT
THREE DAYS BEFORE SPRING, SNOW AGAIN
TODAY, THE A-TRAIN, 168TH TO 14TH
TRAVELED ALL THE WAY TO NEW YORK CITY
TRAVELS IN THE SOUTH: 1. EAST TEXAS
TRAVELS IN THE SOUTH: 2. THE CREEK NATION EAST OF THE MISSISSIPPI
TRAVELS IN THE SOUTH: 3. CROSSING THE GEORGIA BORDER INTO FLORIDA
TWO ACOMA PICTURES: LITTLE WREN I NEED A SONG
TWO ACOMA PICTURES: TWO WOMEN AT THE NORTHERN CISTERN
WAR POEM; OCT. 15, MORATORIUM DAY
WE HAVE BEEN TOLD MANY THINGS BUT WE KNOW THIS TO BE TRUE
WHAT JOY SAID ON TWO OCCASIONS
WOMAN DREAMER: SLENDER OAK WOMAN