Joy Harjo writes about land and voices, life cycles and love, avarice and ancestors — poems stitched together with wisdom, wit and clear-sighted perception of human fault.
The musician, painter, wordsmith and member of the Muscogee (Creek) Nation just wrapped her third term as the poet laureate of the United States. The first Native American to hold the post, she has authored books, taught widely and performed around the world.
She visited Sheridan last week for a performance and free community workshop in collaboration with Ucross. Harjo first visited northern Wyoming 10 years ago to spend three weeks as a Sundance Institute artist-in-residence at Ucross’ ranch, and on this visit a decade later the organization feted her with an award for distinguished achievement in the arts.
Harjo called Ucross a place “rich in spirit food.”
She never planned to be a poet, she told WyoFile backstage at the WYO Theater. She came to it through music, which she didn’t start playing until she was 40.
“The poetry caught hold,” she said. “Poetry became the core.”
That core grew into a rich body of books, albums and diminutive works, like this one:
This land is a poem
This land is a poem of ochre and burnt sand I could never write,
unless paper were the sacrament of sky, and ink the broken line of
wild horses staggering the horizon several miles away. Even then,
does anything written ever matter to the earth, wind, and sky?