Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Jasmine

October 17, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is the death of a pet.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A name poem for a deceased pet ferret named Jasmine:

Jasmine was my best, most loyal friend,
A lover to the bone, all hot affection.
Squirming out the moment I came near,
Making for my nose or inner ear,
In ecstasy she'd lick away dejection,
Nuzzling with neither strategy nor end.
Even death has made her no less dear.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Death of a Pet
10/17: Jasmine

Monday, October 15, 2018

Ever I Loved You, Though I Could Not Have You

October 16, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is the death of a pet.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

An epitaph for a cat named Emily, who was dominated by her larger sister Charlotte:

Ever I loved you, though I could not have you.
Most of my life was lived in Charlotte's shadow.
I stalked the house, meowing, muttering,
Love my joy, my burden, and my sorrow.
Yet not in silence did I do without you.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Death of a Pet
10/16: Ever I Loved You, Though I Could Not HaveYou

Sunday, October 14, 2018

Could I But Give You Comfort in My Death

October 15, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is the death of a pet.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

An epitaph for a cat named Charlotte:

Could I but give you comfort in my death,
How might I tell you what you meant to me?
All I did, both night and day, was love you,
Rulers of my kingdom and my heart.
Like gods, at last you claimed my painful breath,
Opening the door to mystery,
The final gift of all the gifts you gave me,
Taking what I could no longer give you,
Even at the end, with all my art.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Death of a Pet
10/15: Could I But Give You Comfort in My Death

The Future Has No Indians

October 14, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem about a future in which there are no indigenous peoples, and a desperate search for them:

The future has no Indians,
No Pacific coast.
Its mines are planets,
Its fire stars.
Huge colonies hover
Like worshippers,
Arms outstretched,
While galleons sail
On solar wind.
There are forty quintillion
Amazon jungles
Per single, sated termite,
And the only things
People tend to run out of
Are numbers.
But far out at the edges,
In ships that cube the speed of light,
A few daring scouts
Search desperately
For Indians.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/14: The Future Has No Indians

Friday, October 12, 2018

What Do We Owe the Dispossessed

October 13, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day about what more recent immigrants owe indigenous peoples:

What do we owe the dispossessed?
Whose hunting grounds are now our playgrounds,
Our subdivisions, shopping malls, parking lots,
Our sidewalks, streets, highways, postage-stamp lawns,
Our homes?

Truly, what do we owe them?
Whose sacred places are now our toxic wastelands,
Or paved over by concrete or macadam,
Or made over into ersatz wilderness
From which they are the one native animal
Which is excluded?

What do we owe them?
Who have moved into quarters long since
Vacated by genocide?
Whose ancestors were oceans away,
Victims of their own genocides?

What do we owe the dispossessed,
Who are now in possession?

Must not those who enjoy the stolen fruit
Assume the burden?

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/13: What Do We Owe the Dispossessed

The Trail of Tears

October 12, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

Excerpts for Indigenous People’s Day from Andrew Jackson’s message to Congress, “On Indian Removal” (1830), and The Memorial of the Cherokee Nation (1830):

THE TRAIL OF TEARS

JACKSON: It gives me pleasure to announce to Congress
That the benevolent policy of the Government,
Steadily pursued for nearly thirty years,
In relation to the removal of the Indians beyond the white settlements
Is approaching to a happy consummation.
What good man would prefer
A country covered with forests
And ranged by a few thousand savages
To our extensive Republic,
Studded with cities, towns, and prosperous farms
Embellished with all the improvements
Which art can devise or industry execute,
Occupied by more than 12,000,000 happy people,
And filled with all the blessings of liberty, civilization and religion?

CHEROKEE NATION: We wish to remain on the land of our fathers.
We have a perfect and original right to remain without interruption or molestation.
The treaties with us, and laws of the United States
Made in pursuance of treaties,
Guaranty our residence and our privileges,
And secure us against intruders.
Our only request is, that these treaties may be fulfilled,
And these laws executed.

JACKSON: It will separate the Indians from immediate contact with settlements of whites;
Free them from the power of the States;
Enable them to pursue happiness in their own way and under their own rude institutions;
Will retard the progress of decay, which is lessening their numbers,
And perhaps cause them gradually, under the protection of the Government
And through the influence of good counsels,
To cast off their savage habits
And become an interesting, civilized, and Christian community.

CHEROKEE NATION: If we are compelled to leave our country,
We see nothing but ruin before us.
The country west of the Arkansas territory is unknown to us.
All the inviting parts of it, as we believe, are preoccupied by various Indian nations,
To which it has been assigned.
They would regard us as intruders.
The far greater part of that region is,
Beyond all controversy,
Badly supplied with wood and water;
And no Indian tribe can live as agriculturists without these articles.
All our neighbors . . . would speak a language totally different from ours,
And practice different customs.
Were the country to which we are urged much better than it is represented to be,
Still it is not the land of our birth,
Nor of our affections.
It contains neither the scenes of our childhood,
Nor the graves of our fathers. . .

JACKSON: Rightly considered, the policy of the General Government toward the red man
Is not only liberal, but generous.
He is unwilling to submit to the laws of the States
And mingle with their population.
To save him from this alternative, or perhaps utter annihilation,
The General Government kindly offers him a new home,
And proposes to pay the whole expense of his removal and settlement.

CHEROKEE NATION: We have been called a poor, ignorant, and degraded people.
We certainly are not rich;
Nor have we ever boasted of our knowledge,
Or our moral or intellectual elevation.
But there is not a man within our limits
So ignorant as not to know
That he has a right to live on the land of his fathers,
In the possession of his immemorial privileges,
And that this right has been acknowledged by the United States;
Nor is there a man so degraded
As not to feel a keen sense of injury,
On being deprived of his right
And driven into exile . . .

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/12: The Trail of Tears

Thursday, October 11, 2018

a-La-Tai-Me-She-Kia-Kiak

October 11, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day, based on eyewitness accounts and military histories, of the Massacre at Bad-Axe, which occurred Aug. 1-2, 1832:

a-La-Tai-Me-She-Kia-Kiak,
Known to the Whites as Black Hawk,
Crossed back over the Mississippi in 1832
To return to our ancestral village, Saukenuk,
From which we had been driven the year before.

He had hoped for help from the Winnebago,
The Potawatomi, and the British in Canada,
But when he received none, he waved the white flag
And tried to cross back over to Iowa,
He and his 500 warriors, and his 1500 women and children,
To give up our homeland forever.
And I was with him.

The Illinois militia pursued us,
Though we waved the white flag many times
And wished to leave in peace,
And we fought with them along the way
Until we came to the Mississippi,
Near where a tributary called the Bad Axe
Joined the great river.

There was a steamboat on the river
With canons and sharpshooters,
And again we waved the white flag,
And again we were ignored.

The canons and sharpshooters let loose,
Killing many as we tried to cross the river,
Killing many hiding on small islands
And behind fallen trees and swampland
On the river’s banks.

And we fought back, thinking to die with honor
There on the great river
That lay between our home
And the place of our banishment.
Two days we fought them
Until many of us were dead,
And those remaining had nothing more to fire.

I saw the white men taking scalps.
Some cut strips of flesh from our warriors’ backs
To serve as razor strops.
They took 400 women and children prisoner,
Along with the warriors that were left.
No one knows how many warriors, women, and children
Were massacred in the river, on the islands, and on the banks.

One warrior, in pride and grief,
Banged his head against the steamboat’s rail
Until he was dead.
But I, less brave than he,
To my eternal dishonor and shame,
Survived.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/11: a-La-Tai-Me-She-Kia-Kiak