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Adela Depavia Poem
Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt, born at the close,
defeat your only destiny.
Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain, sometimes the strong
are chosen to fight the hopeless wars.
You began to lose before you rose;
they who called you Joseph
sought the land which held your father's body,
but you would not sell the bones of your father and mother.
Chief Joseph, they followed you a thousand miles.
You left your home,
but they would not let you go.
You fought with the frantic fury of the bush fire.
Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain, they caught you
but forty miles from your goal.
Your people broken, slaughtered, scattered.
Count the children, O Chief Joseph.
Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt, they would not kill you.
The heart beats, the spirit dead.
The strong man born to bitter end.
"From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever."
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Adela Depavia Poem
Yeah, I'm just gonna test this out.
No Idea what Chastushka is.
Guess I'll have to learn that too.
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Adela Depavia Poem
Words unspoken lay between us.
An open gulf, yawning abyss.
You sit on the far side, as I remember the words that were.
Then she comes and speaks aloud.
She, wielder of permission to say that which I wish I could.
She, who bridges and crosses, alone.
She makes it easy to be around you.
Jealousy given form, suppressed thought breathed to life.
It’s easier to resent when I hear you laugh.
I sit and watch you together.
Allowed only to bask in reflected light,
but casting no light of my own.
It’s so easy to resent from a distance.
I don’t have to try, and I don’t have to risk anything.
And a distant vision of you is better than nothing at all.
Copyright © Adela Depavia | Year Posted 2013
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Adela Depavia Poem
By the bedside standing, half forgotten,
familiar shapes to soothe the eye.
Images to christen every morning,
a picture to watch me as sleeping I lie.
Copyright © Adela Depavia | Year Posted 2013
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