Hoop Dancerby Paula Gunn Allen
It's hard to enter
circling clockwise and counter
clockwise moving no
regard for time, metrics
irrelevant to this dance
where pain is the prime number
and soft stepping feet
praise water from the skies:
I have seen the face of triumph
the winding line stare down all moves
to desecration: guts not cut from arms,
fingers joined to minds,
together Sky and Water
one dancing one
circle of a thousand turning lines
beyond the march of gears--
out of time, out of
time, out
of time.
© 1998 Paula Gunn Allen. From Life is a Fatal Disease.
We will miss you. Your words always spoke a truth about all of us who have lost what it means to be home. You told us how we make our home within ourselves and with each other. Te agradecemos todas tus palabras que siempre nos llevaron hacia nuestro hogar. Un sitio de amor y resistencia. Nunca nos dejaras. En tu obra esta el futuro.
Paula Gunn Allen: "we never go away even if we're always leaving because the only home is each other they've occupied the rest colonized it; an idea about ourselves is all we own"
Paula Gunn Allen Online Memorial
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