43 Quotes About Joy-harjo

Nothing ever stays the same, whether it be poems or humans.

It hasn't always been this way, because glacierswho are ice ghosts create oceans, carve earthand shape this city here, by the sound.They swim backwards in time.

Was it sleep?Or the star-dancer come for her dance?There are stars who have names, who aredreams. There are stars who have familieswho are music. She thought she woke up.

something echoesall forgotten dreams

Remember you are this universe and thisuniverse is you.

Istudy and read poems and try to putmyself in them.

Her escape is my own.I tell her, yes. Yes. We rideout for breath over the distance.Night air approaches, the gallopingother-life.No sound.No sound.

She thinks of the 4 a.m. lonelinesses that have foldedher up like death, discordant, without logical and beautiful conclusion.

MoonlightI know when the sun is in Chinabecause the night shining other-lightcrawls into my bed. She is moon.Her eyes slit and yellow she is the lastone out of a dingy bar in Albuquerque—Fourth Street, or from similar avenuesin Hong Kong. Where someone else has alsoawakened, the night thrown back and asked,'where is the moon, my lover'?And from here I always answer in my dreaming,'the last time I saw her was in the armsof another sky'.