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United States Poet Laureate Joy Harjo gathers the work of more than 160 poets, representing nearly 100 indigenous nations, into the first historically comprehensive Native poetry anthology. This landmark anthology celebrates the indigenous peoples of North America, the first poets of this country, whose literary traditions stretch back centuries. Opening with a blessing fro United States Poet Laureate Joy Harjo gathers the work of more than 160 poets, representing nearly 100 indigenous nations, into the first historically comprehensive Native poetry anthology. This landmark anthology celebrates the indigenous peoples of North America, the first poets of this country, whose literary traditions stretch back centuries. Opening with a blessing from Pulitzer Prize–winner N. Scott Momaday, the book contains powerful introductions from contributing editors who represent the five geographically organized sections. Each section begins with a poem from traditional oral literatures and closes with emerging poets, ranging from Eleazar, a seventeenth-century Native student at Harvard, to Jake Skeets, a young Diné poet born in 1991, and including renowned writers such as Luci Tapahanso, Natalie Diaz, Layli Long Soldier, and Ray Young Bear. When the Light of the World Was Subdued, Our Songs Came Through offers the extraordinary sweep of Native literature, without which no study of American poetry is complete.


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United States Poet Laureate Joy Harjo gathers the work of more than 160 poets, representing nearly 100 indigenous nations, into the first historically comprehensive Native poetry anthology. This landmark anthology celebrates the indigenous peoples of North America, the first poets of this country, whose literary traditions stretch back centuries. Opening with a blessing fro United States Poet Laureate Joy Harjo gathers the work of more than 160 poets, representing nearly 100 indigenous nations, into the first historically comprehensive Native poetry anthology. This landmark anthology celebrates the indigenous peoples of North America, the first poets of this country, whose literary traditions stretch back centuries. Opening with a blessing from Pulitzer Prize–winner N. Scott Momaday, the book contains powerful introductions from contributing editors who represent the five geographically organized sections. Each section begins with a poem from traditional oral literatures and closes with emerging poets, ranging from Eleazar, a seventeenth-century Native student at Harvard, to Jake Skeets, a young Diné poet born in 1991, and including renowned writers such as Luci Tapahanso, Natalie Diaz, Layli Long Soldier, and Ray Young Bear. When the Light of the World Was Subdued, Our Songs Came Through offers the extraordinary sweep of Native literature, without which no study of American poetry is complete.

30 review for When the Light of the World Was Subdued, Our Songs Came Through: A Norton Anthology of Native Nations Poetry

  1. 4 out of 5

    Diane S ☔

    I bought this a few weeks ago as a Christmas gift for my poetry loving daughter. I started looking at a few of the poems and just kept reading, so it's a gift served twice. I fell in love with the title, it's so full of hope. I also loved that I finished it on the same day that the incoming Biden administration named Deb Haaland as Secretary of the Interior. Can't think of a better person to head this Department than this Native American woman. Brilliant pick imo. Each of these poems in the antho I bought this a few weeks ago as a Christmas gift for my poetry loving daughter. I started looking at a few of the poems and just kept reading, so it's a gift served twice. I fell in love with the title, it's so full of hope. I also loved that I finished it on the same day that the incoming Biden administration named Deb Haaland as Secretary of the Interior. Can't think of a better person to head this Department than this Native American woman. Brilliant pick imo. Each of these poems in the anthology are preceded by a short bio of the post. Some of the poems are quite lengthy, other shorter but many speak to all, not just Native Americans. The book is edited by Not Harjo who is the Poet Laureate of the US. Here is one of the shorter poems, but it was one I loved. St. James Lake by James Thomas Stevens "On a footbridge crossing the lake toward Horse Guard Road, I stop to listen as dim twittering grow to a deafening roar. This is how the body is, suddenly aware of its own dull this. Knowing, how our own song completes the chorus. How each preened park-goer carries a specific yet woefully similar call, Sanctuary

  2. 5 out of 5

    Jenny (Reading Envy)

    I'll have to collect my thoughts and return here after having two discussions of this readalong anthology. Truly excellent. Bits and pieces: In Denise Sweet's poem, "Song for Discharming," pgs 60-62, I liked this little segment: "I was, as you may expect, a human parenthesis. There is no simple way to say this, but drift closer, Invisible One, swim within this stream of catastrophic history. Yours? Mine? No, you decide...."" That phrase "human parenthesis" communicates so exactly what she means, that's I'll have to collect my thoughts and return here after having two discussions of this readalong anthology. Truly excellent. Bits and pieces: In Denise Sweet's poem, "Song for Discharming," pgs 60-62, I liked this little segment: "I was, as you may expect, a human parenthesis. There is no simple way to say this, but drift closer, Invisible One, swim within this stream of catastrophic history. Yours? Mine? No, you decide...."" That phrase "human parenthesis" communicates so exactly what she means, that's one that will stick with me. Diablo Canyon by John Trudell "...Little did they understand Squatting down in the earth They placed me with my power My power to laugh Laugh at their righteous wrong Their sneers and their taunts Gave me clarity To see their powerlessness...." The poem "Casualties" by M.L. Smoker was very good, and not the first poem to speak to the losses - not only language, but also language. Tanaya Winder's poem "Learning to Say I Love You" is a good pairing with "Casualties." And just from a general poetry standpoint, my favorite poem is probably "The Milky Way Escapes my Mouth," another poem from Tanaya Winder, who I definitely would like to read more of. "There is No Word for Goodbye" by Mary Tallmountain was lovely because of the sentiment but also because of what it teaches us about how differently time and relationships are thought of in native populations. It definitely hearkened back to some of the novels and memoirs I read. To me, it also points to why forced relocation is even more painful! The only other poem I marked was "A Poem for the Háawtnin' & Héwlekipx [The Holy Ghost of You, The Space & Thin Air] by Michael Wasson. It is super contemporary (I will be seeking out more by this poet!) but also feels so grounded in tradition. The words are so crunchy, loved how it felt to read it out loud. Skinology by Adrian C. Louis, loved this one because of the contrasts. It ends with this stanza: "Bad Indians do not go to hell. They are marched to the molten core of the sun & then beamed back to their families, purified, whole & Holy as hell." "The Wall" by Anita Endrezze is a real standout. I would like to know if it was written pre or during Trump. "This is How They Were Placed For Us" by Luci Tapahonso is one I loved because it reminded me of a boat tour of Lost Lake, which is Cherokee country, where you learn the mountains were named for the shape of a woman lying down, which you can definitely see.

  3. 4 out of 5

    Cheryl

    “The United States is a very young country and has been in existence for only a few hundred years. Indigenous peoples have been here for thousands upon thousands of years and we are still here.Like the Mahabharata of the Hindu religion or the Iliad of ancient Greece, every culture, every tradition has its literature that guides and defines it—and the cultures indigenous to North America are no different. What is shared with all tribal nations in North America is the knowledge that the earth is a “The United States is a very young country and has been in existence for only a few hundred years. Indigenous peoples have been here for thousands upon thousands of years and we are still here.Like the Mahabharata of the Hindu religion or the Iliad of ancient Greece, every culture, every tradition has its literature that guides and defines it—and the cultures indigenous to North America are no different. What is shared with all tribal nations in North America is the knowledge that the earth is a living being, and a belief in the power of language to create, to transform, and to establish change. Walking through these poems is also a kind of homecoming. In a literal sense, our bodies carry traces of where we were born and raised: oxygen isotopes from the water we drank as children are stored within the buds of our teeth, formed before birth or during childhood. The poems in this volume carry, within their words and white spaces, indelible traces of the place where we emerged. Before contact with European invaders we were estimated at over 112 million. By 1650 we were fewer than six million. Today we are one-half of one percent of the total population of the United States. Imagine the African continent with one-half of one percent of indigenous Africans and you might understand the immensity of the American holocaust.” I had a long meditation on what this country and word could have been like, if American Indians colonized Europe instead. Or a peace loving religion like Taoism had worldwide dominion. I am of the perennial optimism that humans to their core are good, not evil, so the same trajectory should not have happened. It is a paradox, that Christianity in Europe pushed so many people to revolution and invention, but also to colonization, which was an evil spread far and wide. As Wallace Stegner says, where you find the greatest good, you will find the greatest evil because evil loves paradise as much as good. Lately there is talk about slavery being our original sin, but it is not, annihilation and theft of the land from Native Nations is. Back to reality, some of these poems speak to the legacy of the annihilation perpetuated on American Indians, or Native Nations. And we learned about it at some point, and what did we think? What did we say? What did we do, or who did we tell? I think I was in Arizona reading about efforts to secure sovereignty for Native Nations in 1999, and reading Vine Deloria’s God is Red and falling more and more in love with my country, which was stolen from others, so is it even my country? I am in love with the land, the landscape, the sense of nature and being outside, in a mystical and meditative frame of mind. Some of the poems address that also. If you do nothing else, read Leslie Marmo Silko’s Long Time Ago. It made me sob in how it is describes what is wrong with the people that colonized this land, and it is still happening, in climate deniers, and people who can’t be bothered to protect the earth. It is not so long ago, it is now, and my heart is breaking for the earth and the people who are already affected by terrible air and fires and erratic weather. Evil is taking over paradise, and while I am optimistic about humans, I am less so about the way our world is going. These poets have already experienced their annihilation, trying to make their way to wholeness and we have so much to learn from them. I think of a world populated by people who have a love of the land and hope we can get there, hoping against all hope. Emily Pauline Johnston, Mohawk : West wind, blow from your prairie nest, Blow from the mountains, blow from the west. The sail is idle, the sailor too; O! wind of the west, we wait for you. Blow, blow! I have wooed you so, But never a favour you bestow. You rock your cradle the hills between, But scorn to notice my white lateen. I stow the sail, unship the mast: August is laughing across the sky, PETER BLUE CLOUD, Mohawk What we are given sleeping plant sings the seed a beat shaken in the globe of a rattle, to dance by the quick breath of the singer warms and drum and awakens the seed to life And the sound Let us now had a wholeness and a meaning shake the rattle beyond questioning. GAIL TREMBLAY, Onandaga and Mi’Kmaq Light dances in the body, surrounds all living things— even the stones sing although their songs are infinitely slower than the ones we learn from trees. No human voice lasts long enough to make such music sound. ROBERTA HILL WHITEMAN, Oneida We still help earth walk her spiral way, feeling the flow of rivers and their memories of turning and change. These rivers remember their ancient names, Ha-ha Wa’-kpa, where people moved in harmony thousands of years before trade became more valuable than lives. DENISE SWEET, Anishinaabe Hear the voice of my song—it is my voice I speak to your naked heart. —Chippewa Charming Song Like the back of your hand, he said to me, you’ll learn the land by feel, each place a name from memory, each stone a fingerprint, and the winds: they have their houses of cedar KARENNE WOOD, Monacan This is to say we continued. As though continuing changed us. As though continuing brought happiness as we had known. Maybe evening wears into night. The stars that connect us gather like sisters around her. We hear, They were hard times, across the continuous land of our women, until as sun rises above the droning flies and the garrulous chickens, a voice speaks in our old language, which we do not know. We sift through a history with dust on our hands, the empty rocker creaking in the breeze. Suzan Shown Harjo, Cheyenne /Hodulgee Muscogee The Song that sang itself had no language it was a heartbeat that thundered through the canyons of time LOIS RED ELK, Isanti/Hunkpapa/Ihanktonwa Our blood remembers. In vision he foresaw the demise of that man, the one with yellow hair. “Soldiers falling upside down into camp,” he saw. Champion of the people, a visionary, he taught us how to dream, this ancestor of our blood. He instructed, “Let us put our minds together to see what life we will make for our children”— those pure from God. Remember? Pure from God, the absolute gift, from our blood and blessed by heaven’s stars. And, we too, pure from God, our spirit, our blood, our minds and our tongues. The sun dancer knew this, showed us how to speak the words and walk the paths our children would follow. Remember? GWEN NELL WESTERMAN, Dakota/Cherokee Our creation story tells us we came from the stars to this place Bdote where the Minnesota and Mississippi rivers converge, our journey along the Wanaġi Caŋku, in our universe, that stargazers later called the Milky Way now disappearing in the excessive glow of a million million urban uplights. The original inhabitants of this place, of our universe, we are Wicaŋĥpi Oyate, Star People and will remain here as long as we can see ourselves in the stars. HEID E. ERDRICH, Anishimaabe ///NOTES OF PRE-OCCUPIED DIGRESSION: Descendants of the indigenous population of the US remain just a tad less than 1% of the population according to the 2010 census. If you add Native Hawaiians to the total we are 1.1% of the population. So, we are, more or less, the original 1% as well as the original 100%. We were the land’s before we were. Or the land was ours before you were a land. Or this land was our land, it was not your land. We were the land before we were people, loamy roamers rising, so the stories go, or formed of clay, spit into with breath reeking soul— the land, not the least vaguely, realizing in all four directions, still storied, art-filled, fully enhanves. Such as she is , such as she will us to become. TANAYA WINDER, Duckwater Shoshone, Southern Ute, Pyramid Lake Paiute the milky way escapes my mouth whenever two lips begin to form your name I cough stars lodged deep within my lungs. They rush f rom tongue weighted in dust, words I didn’t ask I am left stargazing five times a day for years. I can’t navigate my way into understanding light years– how we let darkness slip in. Each night, I open mouth sky-wide to swallow stars and sing to the moon a story about the light of two people who continue to cross and uncross in their falling no matter how unstable in orbit. ROBERT DAVIS HOFFMAN, Tlingit In this place years ago they educated old language out of you, put you in line, in uniform, on your own two feet. They pointed you in the right direction but still you squint at that other place, that country hidden within a country. This is what you know. This is how you move, leaving only a trace of yourself. Years later you meet their qualifications– native scholar. They give you a job, a corner office. Now you’re instructed to remember old language, bring back faded legend, anything that’s left. They keep looking in on you, sideways. You don’t fit here, you no longer fit there. You got sick. They still talk of it, the cheap wine on your breath as you utter in restless sleep what I sketch at your bedside. SHERMAN ALEXIE, Spokane …I am told by many of you that I must forgive and so I shall after an Indian woman puts her shoulder to the Grand Coulee Dam and topples it. I am told by many of you that I must forgive and so I shall after the floodwaters burst each successive dam downriver from the Grand Coulee. I am told by many of you that I must forgive and so I shall after the floodwaters find their way to the mouth of the Columbia River as it enters the Pacific and causes all of it to rise. I am told by many of you that I must forgive and so I shall when I am dancing with my tribe during the powwow at the end of the world. BRANDY NĀLANI MCDOUGALL, Kanaka Maoli, Hawaii Think of all the lost words, still unspoken, waiting to be given use, again, claimed, or for newly born words to unburden them of their meanings. There are winds and rains who have lost their names, descending the slopes of every mountain, each lush valley’s mouth, and the songs of birds English could never replace the land’s unfolding song, nor the ocean’s ancient oli, giving us use again. SIMON ORTIZ, Acoma I don’t know if my feet can make it; my soul is where it has always been; my heart is staggering somewhere in between. LESLIE MARMON SILKO, Laguna Long time ago in the beginning there were no white people in this world there was nothing European. And this world might have gone on like that except for one thing: witchery. These witch people got together. Some came from far far away across oceans across mountains. They all got together for a contest the way people have baseball tournaments nowadays except this was a contest in dark things. The contest started like that. Then some of them lifted the lids on their big cooking pots, calling the rest of them over to take a look Others untied skin bundles of disgusting objects: dark flints, cinders from burning hogans where the dead lay Finally there was only one who hadn’t shown off charms or powers. The witch stood in the shadows beyond the fire and no one ever knew where this witch came from which tribe or if it was a woman or a man. “What I have is a story.” Caves across the ocean in caves of dark hills white skin people like the belly of a fish covered with hair. Then they grow away from the earth then they grow away from the sun then they grow away from the plants and animals. They see no life. When they look they see only objects. The world is a dead thing for them the trees and rivers are not alive the mountains and stones are not alive. The deer and the bear are objects. They see no life. They fear they fear the world. They destroy what they fear. They fear themselves. The wind will blow them across the ocean thousands of them in giant boats swarming like larva out of a crushed ant hill. They will carry objects which can shoot death faster than the eye can see. They will kill the things they fear. They will poison the water they will spin the water away and there will be drought the people will starve. They will fear what they find. They will fear the people. They will kill what they fear. Entire villages will be wiped out. They will slaughter whole tribes. Killing killing killing killing. And those they do not kill will die anyway at the destruction they see at the loss at the loss of the children the loss will destroy the rest. Stolen rivers and mountains the stolen land will eat their hearts They will bring terrible diseases the people have never known. Entire tribes will die out covered with festering sores shitting blood vomiting blood. They will take this world from ocean to ocean They will turn on each other They will destroy each other Up here In these hills They will find the rocks Rocks with veins of green and yellow and black. They will lay it across the world And explode everything. REX LEE JIM, Dine’ Ahóyéel’áágóó honishłǫ́ Yiską́ągo’ honishłǫ́ Dííjį́ honishłǫ́ Adą́´dą́ą́ honishłǫ́ Hodeeyáádą́ą́’ honishłǫ́ Saad shí nishłį́ Saad diyinii shí nishłį́ Saad diyinii díí shí nishłį́ I value different ways of living I value different ways of doing I value different soft goods I value different hard goods These are reasons why I gave myself over to the earth surface people A holy people A respected people A compassionate people When I sound from within them, Without falling apart, life ceaselessly expands These are reasons why I gave myself over to the earth surface people Voice I am Sacred voice I am Sacred voice this I am CASANDRA LÓPEZ, Cahuilla/Tongva, Luiseno My words are always collapsing upon themselves, too tight in my mouth. I want a new language. One with at least 50 words for grief and 50 words for love, so I can offer them to the living who mourn the dead. Ocean is the mouth of summer. Our shell fingers drive into sand, searching–we find tiny silver sand crabs, we scoop and scoop till we bore and go in search of tangy seaweed. We are salted sun. How we brown to earth. Our warm flesh flowering. In this new language our bones say sun and sea, reminding us of an old language our mouths have forgotten, but our marrow remembers.

  4. 5 out of 5

    Elizabeth☮

    An amazing collection. I can't believe I read it all in a couple of months. I read a few poems every night. I made a lot of notes of authors I'd love to revisit and explore more of their work. I learned a lot about various native nations spread throughout the States. I love that many of the poems are written in their original language. While I can't understand it, it is nice to see the rhythm of the words. I found myself typing words into google translate to get the nuances of the meaning. The p An amazing collection. I can't believe I read it all in a couple of months. I read a few poems every night. I made a lot of notes of authors I'd love to revisit and explore more of their work. I learned a lot about various native nations spread throughout the States. I love that many of the poems are written in their original language. While I can't understand it, it is nice to see the rhythm of the words. I found myself typing words into google translate to get the nuances of the meaning. The poems definitely encompass a large swath of native nations, but a commonality is the ripping away of identity and the seeking of voice. Loss is a theme found throughout, but so is redemption and reclamation. Thanks to Jenny of The Reading Envy podcast for hosting the read along.

  5. 4 out of 5

    Jaclyn

    I haven’t picked up one of the Norton anthologies since my undergrad studies, but when I saw this Native Nations poetry edited by Joy Harjo (with Leanne Howe, Jennifer Elise Foerster and contributing editors) I was immediately on my library website reserving a copy! In opening the text, Harjo’s introduction notes the significance of this anthology: “We have always been here, beneath the surface of American poetic consciousness, and have questioned how there can be an American poetry without our v I haven’t picked up one of the Norton anthologies since my undergrad studies, but when I saw this Native Nations poetry edited by Joy Harjo (with Leanne Howe, Jennifer Elise Foerster and contributing editors) I was immediately on my library website reserving a copy! In opening the text, Harjo’s introduction notes the significance of this anthology: “We have always been here, beneath the surface of American poetic consciousness, and have questioned how there can be an American poetry without our voices.” The collection spans four centuries and represents more than ninety nations, and the poems are organized into five geographical regions: “We employed the Muskogean directional path, which begins East to North and continues to the West and then to the South.” There were many writers whose works I have on my shelves here that I enjoyed reading more from in this anthology—particularly Joy Harjo, Natalie Diaz and Louise Erdrich (some of which are pictured)—and found many more new-to-me authors including Nila Northsun and Layli Long Soldier. I really benefited from the structure of this anthology, and loved being able to see the connections between works thematically and stylistically and in form.

  6. 4 out of 5

    Julie

    I love reading poetry to settle my mind, but this collection also expanded my understanding of native cultures and perspectives. The works are incredibly diverse in time period, language, tone, and style, and I am so thankful for all the work that went into creating this anthology.

  7. 5 out of 5

    Rebecca

    I've renewed this as many times as the library would let me, but it still doesn't feel like enough! This is a beautiful collection of Native Nations poetry. It includes poets from the 1600s through today. The poetry is sorted into basic American geography, like "Northeast and Midwest", "Plains and Mountains," etc. Here are a couple of my favorite lines from a couple of my favorite poems: Chrystos, "The Real Indian Leans Against" "I want turkeys to keep their feathers & the non-feathered variety to s I've renewed this as many times as the library would let me, but it still doesn't feel like enough! This is a beautiful collection of Native Nations poetry. It includes poets from the 1600s through today. The poetry is sorted into basic American geography, like "Northeast and Midwest", "Plains and Mountains," etc. Here are a couple of my favorite lines from a couple of my favorite poems: Chrystos, "The Real Indian Leans Against" "I want turkeys to keep their feathers & the non-feathered variety to shut up I want to bury these Indians dressed like cartoons of our long dead I want to live somewhere where nobody is sold." Kimberly Wensaut, "Prodigal Daughter" "Home is elusive. It shapeshifts with the currents of my heart and its will. Home is a trickster changing according to the medicine of the season and its lesson." Moses Jumper Jr, "Simplicity" "The long, graceful jumps of the sleek, green frog, The short, choppy hops of the lumpy toad, The agileness and grace of the otter, The awkward wing flapping of the crane.... I saw all these things, and many more, and I know they were right."

  8. 5 out of 5

    James

    Edited by U.S. Poet Laureate Joy Harjo, this Norton anthology of Native Nations poetry is long overdue but a masterpiece. More than 160 poets from more than 100 different indigenous nations are represented in an anthology that covers over a hundred years of written poetry, rich in tradition from centuries before. At times heartbreaking and infuriating, the poems do not shy away from the historical treatment of native peoples but do find hope and affirmation. Highly recommended.

  9. 5 out of 5

    Ace

    TL;DR: This is exactly what you'd expect from a Norton anthology. A strong collection of poetry from a wide variety of authors. Don't count on finding too many new diamonds in the rough (most of these authors are published, extensively so), but this is a nice beginner's guide to native American poets from various native nations. There isn't a lot of detail that I can say about this book beyond that it's, as usual, a rather impeccable collection of major Native-American poets. If you can think of TL;DR: This is exactly what you'd expect from a Norton anthology. A strong collection of poetry from a wide variety of authors. Don't count on finding too many new diamonds in the rough (most of these authors are published, extensively so), but this is a nice beginner's guide to native American poets from various native nations. There isn't a lot of detail that I can say about this book beyond that it's, as usual, a rather impeccable collection of major Native-American poets. If you can think of a native American poet, odds are they're in this book. For the most part, the authors are well-published but there are also some new voices here. All are members of a Native American tribe rather than going on self-identification; the reasons for this are in the introduction. While a wide variety of the poems are about subjects that are (in many cases, unfortunately) common to the Native-American treatment in America (state schools, the murder of indigenous tribes by white settlers and further relocation, native religions vs Christianity, incarceration, poverty, a heavy emphasis on nature and the conflict between industrialization and traditional lifestyles, the existence of two-spirit people and how they experience the world, etc), many are also more universal, as it should be. There's a wide variety of views throughout the collection and many styles of poetry and subjects. I feel it was particularly a good decision in this book to break up the sections into different geographic regions. This I felt gave each section a different flavor, and you can see from the editors their own leanings and tastes in the choices of who to highlight. It also shines a light on how different tribal life could/can be between say, New England, and California, and Alaska. Experiences are not universal and I appreciate that this collection highlights how different Native American groups have had different experiences. I also appreciate that all the editors were also native; such is rare enough! There are, I think, a couple of minor issues with this collection, though nothing I felt was ultimately worth taking a star away. Most poems that are in a Native language are translated, but there are a couple that is not, and thus is totally unintelligible for those of us who don't speak that Native-American language. I would have preferred some translation, and wish they would have done what many other poems have done: had the English printed off to the side so one could do a line to line comparison. Some poets get multiple poems but most do not; some get somewhat puzzling contributions chosen, others get their best work. With some of the references I wish they'd included commentary notes, but it's understandable also they did not, particularly with the impressive amount of poetry stuffed into this anthology. But ultimately those are just minor blots; on the whole, this is a very promising collection for anyone who wants an introduction to Native American poetry.

  10. 5 out of 5

    Jeimy

    This Norton Anthology took me back to my undergrad years studying American Lit! After reading a digital ARC, I ordered the paperback for my classroom collection and was pleased to note that the pages were not made from onion paper... That would have really been a throwback to my university years. Poet Laureate Joy Harjo edited this collection which seems comprehensive, but falls short when you think how much heftier the tome would be if it contained the poems created by the colonizers. However, s This Norton Anthology took me back to my undergrad years studying American Lit! After reading a digital ARC, I ordered the paperback for my classroom collection and was pleased to note that the pages were not made from onion paper... That would have really been a throwback to my university years. Poet Laureate Joy Harjo edited this collection which seems comprehensive, but falls short when you think how much heftier the tome would be if it contained the poems created by the colonizers. However, since most people are unaware of the existence of these poets and their traditions, the fact that a book like this is finally in print is a triumph. It must also be said that the Native Nations have a rich oral tradition and this may contribute to the fact that not many poems were written down. The collection itself is divided into geographical regions and organized chronologically among each region. As one delves into the poetry certain themes connect poems from each region and, when comparing regions, through historic periods. I am ashamed that I only knew a handful of the poets included in this collection and am glad that Harjo and her fellow editors took on this endeavor and that Norton decided to publish it. There is a Renaissance when it comes to the culture of the Native Nations and we owe it to ourselves to learn what our schools failed to teach you avoid their rich and varied history, traditions, and art forms.

  11. 5 out of 5

    Dinah Moore

    Norton Anthology of Native Nations Poetry. I have been making my way through this book for the last six months or so. It’s very different from what I was expecting and unlike any poems that I have ever read. I bought anthologies from four different poets that were featured in this particular collection. I always love when I discover authors who are knew to me. The Pacific Northwest, Alaska, and Pacific Island section was the hardest for me to get through—though I can not say definitively why. The Norton Anthology of Native Nations Poetry. I have been making my way through this book for the last six months or so. It’s very different from what I was expecting and unlike any poems that I have ever read. I bought anthologies from four different poets that were featured in this particular collection. I always love when I discover authors who are knew to me. The Pacific Northwest, Alaska, and Pacific Island section was the hardest for me to get through—though I can not say definitively why. The Dakota 38 was something I’ve never heard of—I really enjoy learning new things about our nation’s history. I never would have read this and in fact had never even heard of this book until Oprah selected it last, tumultuous fall.

  12. 4 out of 5

    sewena

    this is a wonderful, thoughtful, and important anthology--it's so obvious that Joy Harjo, LeAnne Howe, and Jennifer Elise Forester put a ton of care into curating these poems through the introduction essays for each section (and the ending essay!). what I appreciated the most was how each chapter, which correlates to a geographical area, opened up with a overall analysis of the patterns found in the area's poets. additionally, the biographies of the poets helped to contextualize the poems follow this is a wonderful, thoughtful, and important anthology--it's so obvious that Joy Harjo, LeAnne Howe, and Jennifer Elise Forester put a ton of care into curating these poems through the introduction essays for each section (and the ending essay!). what I appreciated the most was how each chapter, which correlates to a geographical area, opened up with a overall analysis of the patterns found in the area's poets. additionally, the biographies of the poets helped to contextualize the poems following, which is extremely helpful as some of these poems are from a very long time ago. overall this is a great collection for not only reading poetry, but to better understanding the history of native american poetry within (roughly) the united states of america.

  13. 5 out of 5

    Deb

    I want to thank Jenny at Reading Envy for choosing this book for a read along. I would never have picked this up. Broken up into geographic areas we are given beautiful poetry by the native people of those areas. So heartbreaking, touching, and incredibly enlightening. These poems should be taught in schools they tell so much that has been buried into our own idea of native culture. My daughter is a junior high English/Social Studies teacher in Chicago. She was teaching a unit on Native culture I want to thank Jenny at Reading Envy for choosing this book for a read along. I would never have picked this up. Broken up into geographic areas we are given beautiful poetry by the native people of those areas. So heartbreaking, touching, and incredibly enlightening. These poems should be taught in schools they tell so much that has been buried into our own idea of native culture. My daughter is a junior high English/Social Studies teacher in Chicago. She was teaching a unit on Native culture and was trying to find resources that were not the "white washed" resources that have always been taught. I picked out some of the poems from this collection and she used the short biographies of the authors and their poems. An important collection.

  14. 4 out of 5

    05450003081322

    I don't read a lot of poetry, and I would like to read more. I was very excited when I found this book because it's new, I like Joy Harjo, and I'm generally interested in Native American fiction and literature. Still, I was daunted by 450 pages of it and figured I would skim it, skip around, leave parts untouched. Nope. Sat down and was literally so absorbed I forgot to eat. Read every word, cover to cover. I don't know if this is just hitting me at a time when I really need it, but this is a bea I don't read a lot of poetry, and I would like to read more. I was very excited when I found this book because it's new, I like Joy Harjo, and I'm generally interested in Native American fiction and literature. Still, I was daunted by 450 pages of it and figured I would skim it, skip around, leave parts untouched. Nope. Sat down and was literally so absorbed I forgot to eat. Read every word, cover to cover. I don't know if this is just hitting me at a time when I really need it, but this is a beautiful anthology, thoughtfully organized and sourced, that made me feel deeply. I teared up at several points. Just pure magic.

  15. 5 out of 5

    Brian Passey

    This wonderfully comprehensive collection of Native Nations poems spans centuries and includes indigenous poets from across the continental United States as well as Alaska, Hawaii, Guam, and American Samoa. While some focus on traditional poetic subject matter like nature, many speak to the realities of modern rez life and loss of culture. It’s beautiful and heartbreaking all at once. I came away from it with a list of 20 or so Native poets whose work I want to further explore. I also suggest re This wonderfully comprehensive collection of Native Nations poems spans centuries and includes indigenous poets from across the continental United States as well as Alaska, Hawaii, Guam, and American Samoa. While some focus on traditional poetic subject matter like nature, many speak to the realities of modern rez life and loss of culture. It’s beautiful and heartbreaking all at once. I came away from it with a list of 20 or so Native poets whose work I want to further explore. I also suggest reading it alongside or adjacent to “Braiding Sweetgrass.”

  16. 5 out of 5

    Jenae McAbee

    I am not huge into poetry so I hesitate to give a rating. I am trying to expose myself to a larger scope of literature. This is a diverse anthology reflective of the diverse experience. These poems contain memories from as far back as the the 1600s and wisdom from before then but also life- a heartbeat continuing on. I felt an odd sensation reading this collection as if I were reading it from a future in which the America I knew had passed with all it sins and the poems were ghosts rising out of I am not huge into poetry so I hesitate to give a rating. I am trying to expose myself to a larger scope of literature. This is a diverse anthology reflective of the diverse experience. These poems contain memories from as far back as the the 1600s and wisdom from before then but also life- a heartbeat continuing on. I felt an odd sensation reading this collection as if I were reading it from a future in which the America I knew had passed with all it sins and the poems were ghosts rising out of the earth saying we knew this day would come.

  17. 5 out of 5

    Aimee

    Does not go deep into each poet, but it is comprehensive; a short bio and 2-3 pinnacle poems for each writer. It's broken up by geographic region, and includes a thorough table of contents with titles of poem and names of poets (in other words, there are multiple ways to search). This should be an equal addition to all English literature courses alongside any of the traditional Norton Anthologies. A beautiful addition to the American literature canon. Does not go deep into each poet, but it is comprehensive; a short bio and 2-3 pinnacle poems for each writer. It's broken up by geographic region, and includes a thorough table of contents with titles of poem and names of poets (in other words, there are multiple ways to search). This should be an equal addition to all English literature courses alongside any of the traditional Norton Anthologies. A beautiful addition to the American literature canon.

  18. 4 out of 5

    Janine

    Like all collections, some of the poems spoke to more than others. Some grabbed me and wouldn’t let go, some were good. They range from funny to enraged. I appreciate the brief biographies of each poet, they really show the diversity of the authors. I also liked how they were arranged geographically. I started with the region where I live and those poems resonated with me. Overall a beautiful offering.

  19. 4 out of 5

    Lauren

    An incredible anthology celebrating the breadth and depth of poetry from indigenous North Americans, edited by Joy Harjo. Divided by region, there is every sort of poem, feeling, and theme here. As with any collection this all-encompassing, there were poems I loved and poems I didn't enjoy as much, but the anthology as a whole is a masterpiece of native art and culture across centuries and space. An incredible anthology celebrating the breadth and depth of poetry from indigenous North Americans, edited by Joy Harjo. Divided by region, there is every sort of poem, feeling, and theme here. As with any collection this all-encompassing, there were poems I loved and poems I didn't enjoy as much, but the anthology as a whole is a masterpiece of native art and culture across centuries and space.

  20. 5 out of 5

    Sue Dix

    It is a near impossible task to review an anthology. Nonetheless, I’ll give it a go. This anthology of Indigenous poets is not exhaustive, but instead, gives us a sampling based on five (5) geographical regions, and then older to newer poets. It gives a way into a large body of work. I had many favorites and enjoyed the visits to each region. I happened to read it straight through, but there is no “correct” way to experience an anthology. It is a wonderful journey. Come along.

  21. 4 out of 5

    revcodes

    Joy Harjo, 2019 United States Poet Laureate, is the lead editor of this extraordinary poetry anthology. Indigenous people from tribes and clans living in America have stories to tell, many of them harrowing and all of them told in lyrical and vivid poetry. The book is arranged by region/nation and each poet's brief biography references their origins, accomplishments and area of influence. So many moving poems, all fitting together to create a harsh and beautiful mosaic of Native American life. Joy Harjo, 2019 United States Poet Laureate, is the lead editor of this extraordinary poetry anthology. Indigenous people from tribes and clans living in America have stories to tell, many of them harrowing and all of them told in lyrical and vivid poetry. The book is arranged by region/nation and each poet's brief biography references their origins, accomplishments and area of influence. So many moving poems, all fitting together to create a harsh and beautiful mosaic of Native American life.

  22. 4 out of 5

    Wuttipol

    stonewall to standing rock By Julian Talamantez Brolaski who by the time it arrived had made its plan heretofore stonewall it had not a penny thats not true it had several pennies can you make a sovereign nation a national park how condescending instead just tell them to honor the treaty what can poetry do it cant not not do nothing it must undulate w/ the 2:30 pm dance music the sole patrons at stonewall there was a shooting in ohio today the music made me feel a little anxious it was hard thumping dance mus stonewall to standing rock By Julian Talamantez Brolaski who by the time it arrived had made its plan heretofore stonewall it had not a penny thats not true it had several pennies can you make a sovereign nation a national park how condescending instead just tell them to honor the treaty what can poetry do it cant not not do nothing it must undulate w/ the 2:30 pm dance music the sole patrons at stonewall there was a shooting in ohio today the music made me feel a little anxious it was hard thumping dance music a notch upwards of 100 bpm notoriously the beat of life the optimum tempo for cpr I consider downloading a metronome real quick to test it to tap it out but I don’t want to be ‘anywhere near’ my phone meaning it’s in my bag on the stool 2 feet from me there is an amy winehouse video on no sound at least I think it is amy winehouse she is at a funeral black and white there is a stuffed bird slightly obscuring my view of the tv it looks like a kind of tall pigeon w/ mottled brown and russet with a white ringlet necklace and black dots is it a carrier pigeon I wonder I sent a text to jocelyn at standing rock several texts are you still on the road ariana and i r gonna go out there in december sending love to you tried calling bt yr mailbox is full send a sign when u can xoxo howdy. thinking of u w love. hope all is well. send smoke signal telegram carrier pigeon send love to my twospirits at the winyan camp. last night we prayed for her and for zephyr and l. frank & the twospirits especially at standing rock there’s no sign of that struggle here but they are selling tshirts commemorating the other and the six days of riots led by transwomen of color they later tried to whitewash in that terrible movie like it was all these hot angry upright downright forthright white gays so ready for the revolution and now people are treating standing rock like burning man a drink called goslings videos by the pigeon misaligned with the music the smell of booze in the air made both of us recoil slightly I saw or felt it I’m here to make a poem I was already paid for when I had less than $2 in my bank account (and I joked I would go right to the bar and buy everybody drinks ) not even enough for a subway ride and I used the 58 cents I’d gotten for busking for the first time alone in the long hallway between the library at bryant park and the orange line trains by the ovid quote ‘gutta cavat lapidem’ water (or a drop of water really) hollows out a stone. lapidum a stone or rock ariana once described cd wright’s style as ‘lapidary’ I loved this as a description of writing like the hieroglyphics are literally lapidary and I told my grandmother about it as we were driving from mescalero to albuquerque she knew all about the plants and the names for all the rockforms mesas or buttes or ziggurats and I said how do you know all these she said by long observation and I used to study geology in college I wanted to major in it but they wouldn’t allow women to major in the hard sciences then so she began to study religion tho she already had medicine ricky martin on the beach or is it someone younger sexier the grand canyon splitting apart is it an ad is it a video even the sands at the beach are bouncing with the beat the tempo has stayed very similar this whole time a tick up I suspect from 100bpm If Nothing, The Land By Bojan Louis i. the toughest sheriff in the world There is no other bad than what I say’s bad. It’s tough-living on this land. Miles of desert, undeveloped; the interstates, mostly unmanned, are threads unspooled down broad hallways. Beyond their edge: the space is dead, a rogue trailer or redskin reservation. Backward problems of methamphetamine and rape. Those doors have their own police, their own dumb justice. I concern my posse with invasion. Paperless beaners. Rust that ruins a polish. Uneatable animals doing no man any good, unless buried to cease the flies and the stink. ii. flock of Seagals If not thousands than millions of hours I’ve played bang-bang; nabbed bad guy brownies in kung fu-grip shoot-em-ups. Who’s better fit to patrol kids in tiny pants than a convicted man? Limits, like borders, stretch thin and tear. If anyone can get a gun then shouldn’t everyone have one at the ready, like in the glory days: a round up of savages, spics, and spooks out to devalue our kids, good at killing their own. I learned from watching birds nestled within cacti: though there might be many, a single bird more makes another cavity, an eventual collapse. iii. come mierda para el desayuno Chickens dismantle, like pit crews can a vehicle, scorpions quickly. Urged forward by pickers hens bob and amble over fallen oranges, bruised grapefruit; seek pincers, stingers, exoskeletons; their urgent work efficient. Back at the coop stubborn roosters fight; bloody and unfeather each other until the losers peck frail chicks from the clutch, strew limp bodies beneath florescent light. The hens return, squawk and circle the carcasses, until the migrants transfer them in sacks meant for citrus to anonymous holes on the land.

  23. 5 out of 5

    Matt Miles

    This breathtakingly expansive volume grasps at memory, champions voices against the efforts of many to silence, paints the necessity of the natural world, speaks to personal and collective histories, mocks where mockery is needed, and sees every grief and beauty life has to offer. Every poem in this collection is a treasure.

  24. 5 out of 5

    Alison

    Rating this not like a one author set of poetry but as an anthology, which I don't think is my favorite structure to read, but I think this is a beautiful example of that structure. What you lose is the cohesiveness of a poet's work, but what you gain is an understanding of the landscape of poetry across the different Native Nations, which is powerful in its own way. Rating this not like a one author set of poetry but as an anthology, which I don't think is my favorite structure to read, but I think this is a beautiful example of that structure. What you lose is the cohesiveness of a poet's work, but what you gain is an understanding of the landscape of poetry across the different Native Nations, which is powerful in its own way.

  25. 4 out of 5

    marina furdyna

    I keep that book by my bed and I’d just read random page or I’d go by the authors or age or the geographical order, nonetheless it all makes such a beautiful sense. Poetry seems to be a luxury today (for me) and this book is a remarkable collection of tiny little diamonds, hidden from the world. Really great editors’ job, piece of art!

  26. 4 out of 5

    Heather King

    This poetry anthology was perfect. I liked how it was divided into regions, and that tribal affiliations were acknowledged, reaffirming that "indigenous peoples" encompasses so much. I also enjoyed reading a brief summary of each poet, and the experiences they have had. Very interesting. I will be urging others to read this as well. This poetry anthology was perfect. I liked how it was divided into regions, and that tribal affiliations were acknowledged, reaffirming that "indigenous peoples" encompasses so much. I also enjoyed reading a brief summary of each poet, and the experiences they have had. Very interesting. I will be urging others to read this as well.

  27. 4 out of 5

    Namrata

    I was skeptical of how good an anthology that groups together hundreds of nations could be. But this is one of the most beautiful anthologies I've ever read, and a wonderful introduction to indigenous poetry from nations whose tribal lands the United States continues to appropriate. I shouldn't have expected anything else from Joy Harjo. I was skeptical of how good an anthology that groups together hundreds of nations could be. But this is one of the most beautiful anthologies I've ever read, and a wonderful introduction to indigenous poetry from nations whose tribal lands the United States continues to appropriate. I shouldn't have expected anything else from Joy Harjo.

  28. 5 out of 5

    Sharolyn Stauffer

    Poetry lovers, dive into these poems. I found them evocative, beautiful, and disturbing. A wonderful anthology that heightens my realization about the many stories I do not know regarding natives to this land. So much here to ponder. Some favorites are "The Delight Song of Tsoai-Talee" by N. Scott Momaday and "Thought" by Henry Real Bird. And "Wi'-Gi-E" by Elise Paschen, chokes my heart. Poetry lovers, dive into these poems. I found them evocative, beautiful, and disturbing. A wonderful anthology that heightens my realization about the many stories I do not know regarding natives to this land. So much here to ponder. Some favorites are "The Delight Song of Tsoai-Talee" by N. Scott Momaday and "Thought" by Henry Real Bird. And "Wi'-Gi-E" by Elise Paschen, chokes my heart.

  29. 4 out of 5

    Mary Dent

    Poetry provides something that transcends story. Word music, yes songs, and this collection from Native authors through the ages is going to become a favorite return for me as I have just realized the need for my very own print copy. I feel better just knowing that this publication exists in the world.

  30. 4 out of 5

    Samantha

    a geographically organized anthology from ancient chants and songs through to young contemporary poets. it keeps the grand scale of the genocide, theft, and tragedy - and persistence - in view while also offering much that is deeply personal. anthologized by a team led by three first nations women including joy harjo, it feels very well done.

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