- Stanford, Ann Folwell
- Date of entry: Jun-28-1999
A young husband has died suddenly (has abandoned his wife "to the grace we pursue as wild horses in the wind") and his widow prepares his body for a dawn burial. The widow's friend tells the story in this prose poem, figuring life as a "gradual return to the maker of butterflies." The two women share a joke about burying the husband in "the shirt you always wanted him to wear, a shirt he hated." The speaker affirms that "we are all dying together, though there is nothing like the loneliness of being the first or the last."
This edition came with a wonderful cassette of Harjo reading many of the poems (and commentaries) in this volume.
The Woman Who Fell From The Sky: Poems
W. W. Norton