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Ortiz Simon Joseph

Born in May 27, 1941 / United States / English

Ortiz Simon Joseph poet from United States was born on May 27, 1941 has 79 years. Poems were written mainly in English language. Dominant movement is other.

Top ten poems Ortiz Simon Joseph

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Blind Curse

... nto the wakeof the diesel truck headed for Sioux Fallsone hundred and eighty miles through the storm ...

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Burning River

... es,from our charred ligamentsand wash them backto the River,the River,the River,four times the River ...

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Four Poems for a Child Son

... were but all I knew yesterdaywas that they filled up the trees,the utility wires, the sky, the world ...

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Long House Valley Poem

... d the Peopleand roadside flowersand cornfields and the sageand the valley peace,they are almost gone ...

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Making Quiltwork

... l outlastanything that was before and will be worthyof any people's art, endeavor, and final triumph ...

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The Margins Where We Live

... In that margin betweenthe prairie and us lies space,vastness that confirms existence ...

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Mid-America Prayer

... all thingswe ask in all sincerity, for hope, courage, peace,strength, vision, unity and continuance ...

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A New Story

... English pirate(she didn't say that, I did)was going to land on the coastof California in June, again ...

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Notes on the Steps of the San Diego Bus Depot

... I don't think the sky will fall today,but I need a few surprises badly ...

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Portrait of a Poet with a Console TV in Hand

... the TV-in-hand bitwas an entirely new angle, and I thinkthat it must have to do with an odd madness ...

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