At Celilo Poem by Rochelle Cashdan

At Celilo



This poem can be read as a love poem or as a poem of grief for the now submerged millenia-old gathering place of the tribes.

Barges move
above buried rapids,

your camera follows
the sound of my voice.

(1994)

Monday, May 5, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: grief,poem
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