An enrolled member of the Oneida Nation of Wisconsin, author Roberta Hill’s deep knowledge of Native culture and respect for the earth and humanity is reflected in Cicadas seventy-five poems.
From the text:
“You carried the cicada to the alder tree
whose leafy shadow made the yard an arbor.
After you left, his buzz song eased me
through lonely afternoons of sun and wind.
Desire changed his skeleton.
Desire — that green shoot in a gut.
That tendril twining with memory until new life emerges
on the opposite side
from where we first supposed. He lured his mate
to the arbor. Even after you were gone,
all the years you loved me