Linda Hogan Poems
- Innocence There is nothing more innocent than the ...
- To Be Held To be held by the light was what I wanted, to ...
- Trail of Tears: Our Removal With lines unseen the land was ...
- Tear It was the time before I was born. I was thin. I was ...
- The Sandhills The language of cranes we once were told is ...
- Lost in the Milky Way Some of us are like trees that grow ...
- Inside How something is made flesh no one can say. The ...
Linda K. Hogan (born 1947 Denver) is a Native American poet, storyteller, academic, playwright, novelist, environmentalist and writer of short stories. She is currently the Chickasaw Nation's Writer in Residence. more »
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There is nothing more innocent
than the still-unformed creature I find beneath soil,
neither of us knowing what it will become
in the abundance of the planet.
It makes a living only by remaining still
in its niche.
One day it may struggle out of its tender
pearl of blind skin
with a wing or with vision
leaving behind the transparent.
I cover it again, keep laboring,
hands in earth, myself a singular body.
Watching things grow,
a cut blade of grass knows
how to turn sharp again at the end.
This same growing must be ...