Visuals – Feather - Korotangi Series 5 by James F Ornsby. – NYC.EDU
Verbage - Two Poems by Rowley Habib – Te Ao Hou
TO THE HAND OF WOMAN
The Plea of a young writer
Take my hand and lead me through the thicket
To the mountain’s crest, where the snow
Is pure. So my thoughts be like the snow
And below let me see the ocean and the open
Land caressed with mists of haziness
Azure and wide. Like the world before me
Ready to be drunken by these eyes
And more yet. Lay me back on the snows pure
Blanket of whiteness, my being forever
Conscious of your nearness. My nostrils
Full of the scent of you.
O take my hand. I am lost without
The hand of woman soft and full
Of tenderness. Ever yielding to the passion of my call
Take my hand for should an inspiration
Come I’ll be like something flat and very dead
O MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS
We were not so far apart you and I
When the thunder broke from the blackened sky
We were not so far apart
And when the echo rolled away
Deep down in the slanting day
We dreamed. Or when the lightning struck
Behind the drawn blind
Not I alone rushed heaven-wards
In the wake it left behind
No, we were not so far apart, we
When the waters rushed with mad glee
Down the garden path
Mine was not the only dream
Washed beyond the pantry window
Like some desire in a far off flooded stream
Visual – Lakota Women, Carlisle Indian School.
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