Review: A Radiant Curve
Each evening, the mountains surrounding us glow gold,
then pink, then purple that deepens into soft black.
The mountains know such evenings will be only memories decades from now.
Memories that will bring the sudden, light ache of waiting tears
and a gentle pang to the depths of one’s chest.
The mountains remember the tenderness with which they were created.
They remember the way the Holy Ones sang with such beauty,
it compelled them to rise out of the flat desert.
ahonso. It whistles beneath memories of horse rides and burials, ancient ceremonies and new beginnings. It lingers in the voice that reads on the accompanying audio CD.Tapahonso evokes this spirit from a solitary dove “whose delicate coos are the rhythmic pauses of desert mornings,” and from the “sweet scent of refreshed creosote” and “skies of brilliant teal.” Navajo words and phrases mingle with her English verse and prose, offering brief glimpses of prayers and rituals and sacred ways of thinking. Despite its many moments of despair and melancholy, life’s mysteries and meanings continually express themselves in the natural world.







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