Roberta Hill Whiteman

(1947 / Oneida Nation of Wisconsin)

I'Uni Kwi Athi? Hiatho. - Poem by Roberta Hill Whiteman

White horses, tails high, rise from the cedar.
Smoke brings the fat crickets,
trembling breeze.
Find that holy place, a promise.
Embers glow like moon air.

I call you back from the grasses.
Wake me when sand pipers
fly. They fade,
and new sounds flutter. Cattails at sunrise.
Hair matted by sleep.

Sun on the meadow. Grey boughs lie tangled.
The ground I was born to
wants me to leave.
I've searched everywhere to tell you
my eyes are with the hazels.

Wind swells through fences, drones a flat ache for hours.
At night, music would echo
from your womanless bedroom.
Far down those bleaching cliffs,
roses shed a torrent.

Will you brush my ear? An ice bear sometimes lumbers west.
Your life still gleams, the edge melting.
I never let you know.
You showed me and how under snow and darkness,
the grasses breathe for miles.

Comments about I'Uni Kwi Athi? Hiatho. by Roberta Hill Whiteman

  • Gajanan Mishra (7/23/2014 7:12:00 AM)

    good writing, I like it, thanks, (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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