Post by mfwilkie on Dec 9, 2007 10:03:39 GMT -5
Second Revision
a.m. marginalia from the hill:
Navaho impressions of morning
taken with ceremony
of knowing life,
the myth of becoming,
will not stand still,
even to coddell
the end of a dream.
I've become Changing Woman,
and tonight, with the wind,
I will sing down the moon—
end this day to begin.
First Revision
a.m. marginalia from the hill:
Navaho impressions of a morning
taken with ceremony.
Life, the myth of becoming,
will not stand still,
even to coddell a dream.
I am Changing Woman—
tonight, with the wind,
I will sing down the moon—
end this day to begin.
Original
a.m. marginalia from the hill-
Navaho impressions-
morning taken with ceremony.
Life is the myth of becoming,
and it will not stand still,
even to coddell a dream.
I am Changing Woman,
and tonight, with the wind,
I will sing down the moon,
and end this day to begin.
a.m. marginalia from the hill:
Navaho impressions of morning
taken with ceremony
of knowing life,
the myth of becoming,
will not stand still,
even to coddell
the end of a dream.
I've become Changing Woman,
and tonight, with the wind,
I will sing down the moon—
end this day to begin.
First Revision
a.m. marginalia from the hill:
Navaho impressions of a morning
taken with ceremony.
Life, the myth of becoming,
will not stand still,
even to coddell a dream.
I am Changing Woman—
tonight, with the wind,
I will sing down the moon—
end this day to begin.
Original
a.m. marginalia from the hill-
Navaho impressions-
morning taken with ceremony.
Life is the myth of becoming,
and it will not stand still,
even to coddell a dream.
I am Changing Woman,
and tonight, with the wind,
I will sing down the moon,
and end this day to begin.