I Know What the Small Girl Knew

91H3w9sU6bLThese poems are a cry. It is a cry like weeping, mourning the pain of that little girl, but it is also the cry of a warrior who uses voice to call up memories that strengthen. Calls up the little girl into understanding. Calls up the grandmothers, the grandfathers, the oldest ones. Calls them not just for herself, but for us also, her listeners.–from the Foreword by Joy Harjo

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