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Average rating: 4.21 · 127 ratings · 21 reviews · 6 distinct works

	Sister Nations: Native American Women Writers on Community by Heid E. Erdrich (Goodreads Author) (Editor), Laura Tohe (Editor), Marcie R. Rendon (Contributor) 4.28 avg rating — 113 ratings — published 2002 — 5 editions	Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Rate this book Clear rating 1 of 5 stars 2 of 5 stars 3 of 5 stars 4 of 5 stars 5 of 5 stars
	Star Quilt: Poems by Roberta Hill Whiteman, Ernest Whiteman, Joy Harjo (Goodreads Author) 4.07 avg rating — 28 ratings — published 2001 — 3 editions	Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Rate this book Clear rating 1 of 5 stars 2 of 5 stars 3 of 5 stars 4 of 5 stars 5 of 5 stars
	Cicadas: New & Selected Poems really liked it 4.00 avg rating — 11 ratings — published 2013	Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Rate this book Clear rating 1 of 5 stars 2 of 5 stars 3 of 5 stars 4 of 5 stars 5 of 5 stars
	Philadelphia Flowers by Roberta Hill Whiteman, Ernest Whiteman (Illustrator) really liked it 4.00 avg rating — 8 ratings — published 1995 — 2 editions	Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Rate this book Clear rating 1 of 5 stars 2 of 5 stars 3 of 5 stars 4 of 5 stars 5 of 5 stars
	Spiritual Bind 0.00 avg rating — 0 ratings	Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Rate this book Clear rating 1 of 5 stars 2 of 5 stars 3 of 5 stars 4 of 5 stars 5 of 5 stars
	Star Quilt. Foreword By Carolyn Forche. 0.00 avg rating — 0 ratings	Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Rate this book Clear rating 1 of 5 stars 2 of 5 stars 3 of 5 stars 4 of 5 stars 5 of 5 stars

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“THE RECOGNITION

We learn too late the useless way light leaves
Footprints of its own…night, the first skin…
Thick river, remember we were light thanking light,
Slow music rising. Trees perhaps, or my own voice
Out of tune. I danced a human claim for coyote
In this gully. No strs. He slipped
By us, old as breath, moving in the rushing dark
Like moonlight through tamarack,
Wave on wave of unknown country.
Crazed, I can’t get close enough
To this tumble wild and tangled miracle.
Night is the first skin around me.

Roberta Hill Whiteman, Oneida Nation

Collected in: Sisters of the Earth: Women's Prose and Poetry About Nature by Lorraine Anderson”
― Roberta Hill Whiteman

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