Indigenously Yours
An eagle opens up a window
In my dream about an eagle
Feather falling through an opening
In a window of a dream.
A feather from an eagle lands
Inside my dream: open the window,
Waking to a land where dreams
Beneath an open wingspan fall
—Without crash-landing, feathers flying,
Closing windows to some dream.
Instead, I dream an eagle lands;
A feather falls; the window spans
Towards time when eagles opened dreams
Inside us all—before the crash
And fall towards empire dreams—where feathers
Flew like flags through open windows.
~Son Rivers 2006
A PASSING MOMENT
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This is my rather loose translation of a hokku by Ōemaru, who lived into
the first five years of the 19th century. For a moment,Autumn seen on the
hillsAt ...
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