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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE, by JAMES GALVIN Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The skeleton of a teepee stood on boulder ridge Subject(s): Houses; Native Americans; Indians Of America; American Indians; Indians Of South America | |||
The skeleton of a teepee stood on Boulder Ridge in the winter of 1950. The first year Lyle wintered on Sheep Creek with his brothers, sister, and mother was 1937, and the dried elk hides still hung from the lodgepoles like the shirt of a starved man. A wind was eating his clothes. Rain licked the bones clean. In the year I was born it fell and was covered by branches. By now it has sunk into the earth like goose down into snow. A family of renegade Utes had left the reservation and come home to hunt where their fathers had taught them hunting. They died in the first winter, but I still feel them here, perhaps in the wood of an old ponderosa, their faces grown into pine boles: round-eyed, round-mouthed masks. Lyle's family is here too, who fell from him one after another. Lyle's mother was a water witch for arrowheads. She showed the children where to look, near the petroglyphs on Sand Creek, or at Bull Mountain Spring. We found a few chips and scrapers, but the perfect points seemed to grow beneath her fingers as she stooped to pick them up. She peered into them and turned them over like names. She said you have to listen to find a good arrowhead. It lies on top of the gravel and hisses with patience. You must look with eyes like flint. You pick it up, almost touching the hand that held it last, that gave it flight. You turn it over in your palm. It is like opening the door to a warm house. Someone is passing through it as if it were made for him, as if he made it. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD INDIAN by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT SCHOLARLY PROCEDURE by JOSEPHINE MILES ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON THE INDIANS ON ALCATRAZ by PAUL MULDOON PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH AMERICAN INDIAN ART: FORM AND TRADITION by DIANE DI PRIMA A DISCRETE LOVE POEM by JAMES GALVIN |
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