Original fire : selected and new poems / Louise Erdrich.
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- ISBN: 0066209862 :
- Physical Description: 158 p. ; 24 cm.
- Edition: 1st ed.
- Publisher: New York : HarperCollins, c2003.
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Original Fire : Selected and New Poems
Original Fire Selected and New Poems Jacklight The same Chippewa word is used both for flirting and hunting game, while another Chippewa word connotes both using force in intercourse and also killing a bear with one's bare hands. -- R. W. Dunning, Social and Economic Change Among the Northern Ojibwa (1959) We have come to the edge of the woods, out of brown grass where we slept, unseen, out of knotted twigs, out of leaves creaked shut, out of hiding. At first the light wavered, glancing over us. Then it clenched to a fist of light that pointed, searched out, divided us. Each took the beams like direct blows the heart answers. Each of us moved forward alone. We have come to the edge of the woods, drawn out of ourselves by this night sun, this battery of polarized acids, that outshines the moon. We smell them behind it but they are faceless, invisible. We smell the raw steel of their gun barrels, mink oil on leather, their tongues of sour barley. We smell their mothers buried chin-deep in wet dirt. We smell their fathers with scoured knuckles, teeth cracked from hot marrow. We smell their sisters of crushed dogwood, bruised apples, of fractured cups and concussions of burnt hooks. We smell their breath steaming lightly behind the jacklight. We smell the itch underneath the caked guts on their clothes. We smell their minds like silver hammers cocked back, held in readiness for the first of us to step into the open. We have come to the edge of the woods, out of brown grass where we slept, unseen, out of leaves creaked shut, out of hiding. We have come here too long. It is their turn now, their turn to follow us. Listen, they put down their equipment. It is useless in the tall brush. Original Fire Selected and New Poems . Copyright © by Louise Erdrich. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Original Fire: Selected and New Poems by Louise Erdrich All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.