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“I never got to wash my mother's body when she died. I return to take care of her in memory. That's how I make peace when things are left undone.”

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An American Sunrise

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Joy Harjo
Joy Harjo

Joy Harjo is an American Indian poet born on May 9, 1951. Her work blends poetry, music, and visual art, exploring Native American culture, identity, and the female experience. Harjo is known for her unique voice and profound emotional expression, and her poetry has won numerous literary awards. more

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