And genuflecting to the shoreline,
Unsheathing meaning in Lushootseed,
He chiefly paints on water: more than
An ancient oak, his lush shoots seed
The acorn’s fire; his tongue is bladed,
An oar that cuts the sound, though faded:
I give these words to future chiefs,
Who know the dead will speak beliefs
Beyond these flames: once more with water
And mud, with feathered fin again,
With web and spider’s tale, let pen
Produce the vessels, let the potter
Rebuild Seattle’s house of words;
Let beards entangle clever birds.
House of Words AND Bird’s Nest in Your Hair!
I know – but beards sounds better with birds than hair does – but I hope the point is taken all the same.
JOB
Yes, I took quite a few photos yesterday and then after I’d used the film, and I wouldn’t have been able to take it in time anyway, I saw the flock of birds.
Presumably, if we could see it, then we’d understand.
Interesting poem and just as true to the words of the actual person as every bullcrap quote I’ve ever heard.
Buzzkill!
Webb is a direct descendent of Chief Seattle. Little known fact.
Great stuff, JOB … many thanks!