anyone can but only if u try to
Here is a poem by Hershman John about Navajo beliefs. He is Navajo from Sand Springs, Arizona on the Navajo Nation. His clans are of the Deer Spring People ( Mother's clan) and the Bitter Water People (Father's clan). He teaches at ASU. His books are called " I Swallow Turquoise for Courage" .
The Dark World
Alk'idaa' jini.
Listen and remember
The wind blows from all directions
Look at the skin on your fingertips,
Can you see the trails the wind left?
When we were created the wind blew,
It is the wind that comes out of our mouths
It gives us life.
Grandma Spider Woman's voice drifted off. . .
The wind took her story--
Sitting alone in neither day or night
I am called Alse Hastiin, First Man
Sitting alone in neither despair or hope
I am part being, part nothing, part man, part alive
Outside someone had escaped their dark world
He ran with awkward steps away from the officer's heels
Which sounded like dull spurs.
With a slurred speech, he yelled--
"It was magic that set me free! Magic! Magic!"
The sound of breaking beer bottles also ran
With the night wind, who whispered this story to me.
In the far reaches of my mind, Thought Woman appeared
She spoke and I thought. . .
I wondered if the cop caught the wino
She spoke and I thought. . .
I hope he didn't, I don't need no company tonight
This cell
which has no people of furry animals
It is the First World again
This cell
which has no sun, moon or stars
It is the Black World again
First Woman lives here
She is trying to build a fire
Made of turquoise and coral logs
To guide me home
But I can't see any fires to lead me back
Earlier I saw a star made of shiny cheap brass
It shone bright from the captured lightning
In the ceiling, tamed and broken like a painted war pony,
The lights buzzed with a soft purr
The star was pinned to Dan Begay's pressed blue uniform,
The tribal officer walked the hallowed barred halls
Where he inspected other drunks and some wife-beaters
In the Navajo Tribe's jail in Tuba City.
Then he commanded the cells to become the First World:
"Lights Out!"
The Mist People live here
I can't see their bodies made
Of singing water in this dark
The lights went out as fast as lightning could run
Dan Begay's voice was like Spider Woman's own power of creation
She wove storm rugs together with long strands
Made of time, dark clouds, rain, mud, and thunder
When each rug was done, it was as beautiful as
The storm's last drops summoning the Rainbow Priest's blessings
But it also meant that someone was complete
So we die
The cornfields yellow
Someone's grandfather falls into a deep sleep
The wind ceases to blow
An elk steps onto the Interstate
And it all becomes dark again. . .
The Insect People live here
I can feel her sharp steps
A black widow climbs
The length of my brown chest
I touched the cold cell wall and tried to scratch my way through
Into the next world, the Blue World, like Locust did
Locust freed the beings from the darkness by digging his way through
The different layers of sky, to the world where all birds exist. . .
Swallows, Crows, Macaws, Roadrunners, Penguins, Turkeys. . .
The tribal cop caught me driving a car in this world
Unknown to me, I was weaving the road like a swimming salmon
I was drinking cold beer
I didn't have a license
I didn't know who I was
I was drinking hot wine
And the tribal cop sent me back to the Underworld--
Why did I do this?
As Alse Hastiin, they didn't know who I was
They forgot where they came from, they forgot their language
Now I sit among the taste of urine, vomit and whiskey mints
After each story told, Grandma Spider Woman
Always warned me to never forget, remember and know. . .
She said a person without story isn't a person at all
He is lost.
Dead men and dead women
Coyote lives here somewhere
Out there in the night, his tracks
Lead away from many quarrels
After the beings emerged from the First World
Coyote threw a rock into a deep lake
The beings watched it sink with a splash
And each ripple shook the beings' anger more and more
The people were mad because of Coyote's words:
"If the rock floats, people will live forever""If the rock sinks, people will die. . .
There's no R in Navajo, so it would be Gleis (pronounced "glace")
Grace = Gleis
Diné means people, man, or person in Dine' bizaad ( Navajo language). The mark over the e means it is high tone. Navajo is a tonal language. Sometimes people write it in English: Dineh because that is a little more how it sounds.
No. Sheep, cow, and goats are mainly what the navajos eat. Cannbalism is way too CRUEL. We have a lot of beliefs. Our religioun is against that too. Some Navajo witches are said to gain power over others by doing this. It is said by some Navajo that the Chaco Canyon Anasazi culture was a site of great evil that included canabalism.
I want the summary of the poem GULL written by mark mcwatt
Their political beliefs were very strong. They praised Obama
It is a poem which tells you that you can't write a poem. :)
There's no R in Navajo, so it would be Gleis (pronounced "glace")
they can write a haiku or a shape poem
Grace = Gleis
Navajo language is very complex, and the meaning of individual words can vary depending on context. It is a language spoken by the Navajo people in the southwestern United States. Each Navajo word can carry multiple layers of meaning, often tied to the culture and beliefs of the Navajo people.
you need to write a poem
write a poem using at least 2 analogies
To summarize your poem you are supposed to make it short and write what you think is in that poem. Remember to make it short and write the authors name.
you would have to write an ode.
Anything you want to! Write about your feelings, write about something fun you did together, write about how you admire him, write about what you hope to be in the future -- anything emotional will be a great poem for you daddy.
Answer it!