Eva Schlegel: Multiple Voices

And know there is more
That you can't see, can't hear;
Can't know except in moments steadily growing, and in languages
That aren't always sound but other
Circles of motion

—Joy Harjo, excerpt from "Eagle Poem"

This page once was blank, once was pulp,
once was tree. Someone dips a pen in the inkwell and the letter appears.

—

Once this page was blank
but now it is not. Text me a photo of your left hand,
my gold band
circling your finger with half of infinity's ring.

—Steve Bellin-Oka, excerpt from  "א [Aleph]"

living by your words
as if I haven't enough of my own
ever
to make them stretch
that long distance
from home to here
from then to now.

—Kimberly Blaeser, excerpt from "Rituals, Yours—and Mine"

my memory of
that sideways movement of your eyes
are the only words
from that language
I can manage
put things in their place

—Kimberly Blaeser, excerpt from "Rituals, Yours—and Mine"

We are bringing in a new story
We will be accompanied by ancient songs
And will celebrate together

Breathe this new dawn
Assist it as it opens its mouth 
To breathe.

— Joy Harjo, excerpt from Poet Warrior, a Memoir

You might know me first through a poem, or poetry.
Or you might have heard me speak or sing, or seen my image lined up with others who caught attention.
Or I am no one familiar, an anonymous voice through the night on the radio, or internet, or in the street calling someone home.
Or I'm memory's voice catching your ears when you thought you were done with listening.

—Joy Harjo, excerpt from Poet Warrior, a Memoir