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God's drum, and other cycles from Indian lore

Chapter 34: THE DREAMS ARE WALKING
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A sequence of poems evokes dawn through dusk, prairie winds and dust, ritual dances and spirit songs, and mythic reckonings framed as a red apocalypse. Later cycles portray terraced Pueblo landscapes, potters, corn maidens, and ruined pueblos, while final pieces invoke Aztec gods and cosmology. The language is lyrical and imagistic, alternating intimate observation of natural life with ceremonially inflected reflections on death, renewal, and the drumlike rhythms of the earth.

THE DREAMS ARE WALKING

The Dreams are walking, walking,
The Dreams are walking beside me——
Ah hay ay, hay ay ay ay ay....
I hear them rustling the withered grasses,
I hear them stirring the fallen leaves——
Ah hay ay, ay ay ay ay....
Very faint are their footfalls,
Very soft are their whispering voices——
Ah hay ay, hay ay ay ay ay....
All their touches are caresses——
Ah hay ay, ay ay ay ay....
O come to me, touch me with tenderness!
O come to me when my heart is desolate!
Ah hay ay, hay ay ay ay ay....
Come walking beside me,
Come walking in beauty——
Ah hay ay, ay ay ay ay....