My House is the Red Earth
BY JOY HARJO
My house is the red earth; it could be the center of the world. I’ve heard New York, Paris, or Tokyo called the center of the world, but I say it is magnificently humble. You could drive by and miss it. Radio waves can obscure it. Words cannot construct it, for there are some sounds left to sacred wordless form. For instance, that fool crow, picking through trash near the corral, understands the center of the world as greasy strips of fat. Just ask him. He doesn’t have to say that the earth has turned scarlet through fierce belief, after centuries of heartbreak and laughter—he perches on the blue bowl of the sky, and laughs.
Source: My House is the Red Earth (The University of Arizona Press, 1989)
I took this photo near Santa Fe , N.M. in October in Shidoni Gallery and Bronze Foundry in Tesuque. I have another picture of it on my blog but it is not the full statue. I love this figure. She speaks to me in many ways, healing and peaceful.~ Noelle Renee
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