Academic journal article The Midwest Quarterly

Wild Rose/eclipse

Academic journal article The Midwest Quarterly

Wild Rose/eclipse

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   There was a crow wing passed over     the single light in the back lot.    I don't care anymore for the beauty     of love, I don't believe in it.    Call me "Johnny Dark" for my failures;     I forgot, you're the wild rose    And all it implies: "Pure love tha' w'thers, hope tha' dies."     We went down to the water, through the     low hills around Williston,    To streams you called coulees. There, for your boutique,    We picked wild roses for cowboys to lay on pickup truck seats    With imitation Navajo covers--flowers that wouldn't last an hour.     From there we went to our one room and lay down and wondered    Why there was so much need need need all over town, our own    Hands full of each other. Maybe you watched too many westerns    And that's why I have to drive home to the reservation alone.     Maybe it's that almost simple wing that's come between us--    My symbol, an eclipse, and all it implies: the shutting of    An eye, the door, my mind to this knife edge time has become, . … 
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