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  1. Ruchazie Moon
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  3. Nothing to be Concerned With
  4. Ruchazie Blue
  5. Sterrheid Senryu (sequence)
  6. City Senryu (sequence)
  7. I’ve One More Thing to Say to You
  8. A Short Love Poem
  9. Another Short Love Poem
  10. Jeanette
  11. Eve
  12. Tonight
  13. Cathy
  14. On a Skye Littoral (sequence)
  15. A Short Journey
  16. Lamb: Stillborn
  17. Snow (sequence)
  18. Colour Me Green
  19. Incommunicado
  20. For God & Country
  21. Wowoka’s Song
  22. Write Time

Wowoka's Song
Adapted from his words of protest against demands on his people from Washington

Our young men shall never work,
for those who work cannot dream,
and wisdom comes to us in dreams...

... you ask me to plough the ground:
Shall I take a knife and tear out my mother’s heart?
Then when I die she will not take me
To her bosom to rest.

You ask me to dig for stones:
Shall I rake under her skin for her bones?
Then when I die I cannot enter her body
To be born again.

You ask me to cut grass;
Make hay and be rich
Like the white man,
How dare I cut my mother’s hair?

We know the dead will come to life;
That their spirits will again come to their bodies.
It is so, and we wait
in the place of our fathers,
Ready to meet them –
here
in the bosom of our Mother!

Wowoka was an Amerindian shaman born to a non-agricultural tribe in Nevada.

 



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