43 Quotes About Joy-harjo

She sees Lake Michigan lapping at the shores ofherself. It is a dizzy hole of water and the richlive in tall glass houses at the edge of it.

Sometimes it is likefacing the dreamerwho knows the youof blood and stars—

Some will not see them.But some will see the horses with their hearts of sleeping volcanoesand will be rocked awakepast their bodiesto see who they have become.

We get franticin our loving.The distance between Santa Fe and Albuquerqueshifts and changes.It is moments;it is years.I am next to youin skin and bloodand then I am not.I tremble and graspat the edges ofmyself; I let gointo you.

The Poem I Just WroteThe poem I just wrote is not real.And neither is the black horsewho is grazing on my belly.And neither are the ghostsof old lovers who smile at mefrom the jukebox.

Raw red cliffs that youstumbled down into your own shadowhaven't kept you away, or softred lights and strange electricalmusic that I play.

These are the ice horses, horseswho entered through your head,and then your heart,your beaten heart.These are the ones who loved you. They are the horses who have held youso close that you have becomea part of them,an ice horsegalloping into fire.

earth, sky, stars circlingmy heart

The woman hangs from the 13th floor window crying forthe lost beauty of her own life. She sees thesun falling west over the grey plane of Chicago.She thinks she remembers listening to her own lifebreak loose, as she falls from the 13th floorwindow on the east side of Chicago, or as sheclimbs back up to claim herself again.