FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Ride The Silence
FC 11 H-58
80
Linda Hussa
Lilac
A life that left no scent, no color, no sign of joy left you burst forth with they honey of Spring, in the rise of purged earth and warmed sage lost in this desert
soil, root, thread, bloom
Ride The Silence
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81
Linda Hussa
Hays Mountains In Sunset
Watch the sunset? Easy. Sunsets are for those who moan if rain comes two days running. Naw. Not for us who know what waiting brings. I don't watch the western rim catch fire.
Nevada, fire, heat, red, sky
Ride The Silence
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83
Linda Hussa
Trust
There are some things some people you may never stand before repeating their proper dimensions so high, so pale so wise may never hear their sound inclined toward the center of the earth
exist, foal, resist, nostril
Ride The Silence
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Linda Hussa
Did You Forget
The sky was startling clear. Only a few stars bright with heat cooled long before we held hands here, before there was such a thing as love. How can it be seen
passion, vapor, physics, brilliant
Ride The Silence
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85
Linda Hussa
You Are My Sunshine
The tumble of loving in early light interspersed with the need to hurry into the next moment bursting forward as the sun voids night from the sky, your arms wrap away the darkness.
John, oatmeal, wink, wife, partner, smile
Ride The Silence
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87
Linda Hussa
Great Basin
In this space this open-ness where light feels its way along the hills close there is room for knowing The landscape repeated the silence living being just the same
light, uncivilized, unmire, bones, sky
Ride The Silence
FC 11 H-58
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Linda Hussa
Border Triangle
My father was born by the river but he didn't choose the sea. He rolled an extra shirt and rode his horse inland where winds blow dry and gulls dive for grass hoppers.
story, lied, alone, mountain, sunset
Ride The Silence
FC 11 H-58
89
Linda Hussa
This Land Is Mine but this land is not mine
Own the land. Walk the boundary. Stack stones. Stake it out. Mine the footprints speak. Mine. And with the deepest blood not from the fingertip
rent, leak, tint, twin, labors, field
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
FC 11 H-56
18
Linda Hussa
Native Myth
The Serpent that lived in this valley carved a trough along the hills with his long tail dropping acid spore
Clarence Degarmo, Pyramid Lake, rain, winter, gravel bar
Blood Sister, I am To These Fields
FC 11 H-56
9
Linda Hussa
Pointillist
I prefer the willow now in earliest spring when each new leaf is a small dot of green catkins only commas at the end of each leafy thought.
willow, spring, leaf
Blood Sister, I am To These Fields
FC 11 H-56
10
Linda Hussa
On A Clear, Cold Calving Night
Before I leave the human world and enter the calving shed of muttering cows I stop and search bright stars for Orion
improbable, errors, soul, stars
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
FC 11 H-56
11
Linda Hussa
Rural Electricity - 1938
When the generator broke down the men had to milk the cows by hand. Sucking cups, hoses useless as 'tits on a boar,' they snorted.
switch, scrub board, light
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
FC 11 H-56
12
Linda Hussa
Accounts Payable
Billy Fenwick sold a washboard one day at the Eagleville store. But for the life of him he couldn't remember who to.
bill, charges, customers
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
FC 11 H-56
13
Linda Hussa
Darby Creek
prose
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
FC 11 H-56
15
Linda Hussa
Comet Hyakutake
So big, this lamb even though the ewe is past 15 and used to lambing time. She jams her head against a post in her despair.
weak, 1996, lamb, stars
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
FC 11 H-56
16
Linda Hussa
The Old Pair
That crane with the bum leg is back, he told her as he washed his hands at the sink. She stood beside him peeling off long leaves
quilt, wings, sky, mating
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
FC 11 H-56
17
Linda Hussa
House Cats
Spit soiled thread, clumsy knots, a sorry copy of the teacher's example you sewed buttons in the upstairs barracks
Paiute boys, winter ice, sewing
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
FC 11 H-56
19
Linda Hussa
Blue Bird
He said, "There's a Blue Bird dead. Back there." We put the cattle through the gate and rode back to the place.
soft, warm, blood, disappearing
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
FC 11 H-56
20
Linda Hussa
Grandma, Moses
Apples hanging from the lower limbs are plumb bobs that knock my head as I mow the grass underneath.
featherbed, moonrise, sauerkraut
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
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22
Linda Hussa
3 R's
He was the boy with the "C" grades and to this day doesn't figure himself very darned smart. He had hell in math class,
buses, tardy, pop-quiz
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
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23
Linda Hussa
John's Poem
My Hero? he grinned. Casey Tibbs! From the time I was in high school. Nineteen, world champion bronc rider,
Casey's crease, kettle, tea, newspaper
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
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Linda Hussa
His Cowgirl Rides The Copper Horse
Horse heads hung sleepy over stall doors in the narrow alley of the barn. She perched on the horseshoe keg. He leaned on
college, marriage, boodlines, flying changes
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
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Linda Hussa
Orbits
Sometime after four, I start the coffee and take the puppies outside - two border collie pups with nearly impeccable
astrologists, puppies, moon, sun, earth
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
FC 11 H-56
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Linda Hussa
Seven Cats In Ice
Below zero dawn on my kitchen window sill seven barn cats wait. Some sit upright others tuck front paws underneath,
humped, sharp ears, jackfrost candlewax
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
FC 11 H-56
28
Linda Hussa
Surrender
Fall came while we were away as if painters had brightened the worn clapboard siding with touches of scarlet Virginia Creeper
path, photographs, cliff