Always Coming Home by Ursula K. le Guin

Author:Ursula K. le Guin
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Tags: Fantasy, Sociology, Poetry, Science Fiction
Publisher: University of California Press
Published: 1985-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The Trampled Spring

From an oral performance by Giver Ire’s daughter of the Blue Clay of Sinshan.

Just over the hill from the heyimas from the heyimas just over the hill from the heyimas of Sinshan of Sinshan just over the hill is the trampled spring. Who dances, who dances? Who dances there? They dance, they dance there,

so that’s where, that’s where, that’s where the dancing is.

Stamping and dancing,

trampling and dancing.

with sharp feet they cut the water out of the ground,

with thin legs they shoot the water up from the ground,

jumping and dancing,

they trample the water into rising,

into oozing and welling,

making mud under the grass,

making noises of water beginning to flow, under the grass,

making flashing of water, shining of water beginning to run, running down,

with the sound and flash of water running to the creek from the trampled spring where they dance, trampling where they dance, springing, where they dance, stamping,

in secret, in sacred, in danger,

in the house of the puma,

just over the hill from the heyimas on the hunting side just over the hill from Sinshan.

Coming Home To Up The Hill House

By Little Bear Woman.

My heart dances, dances,

along these paths it dances,

through these doors it dances,

in these rooms it dances with the dust motes in the morning sun.

In words is the dancing, in singing is the dancing, in sleeping is the dancing, in sweeping is the dancing, cleaning up this old sunlit house.

This is a long dancing:

The silence in these rooms,

the quail calling outside,

the sunlight coming in the windows,

all the years it has been this way.

Grandmother’s sister sweeping this floor,

father gazing out this window,

mother writing at this table,

I a child and my children waking mornings in this old sunlit house.

The Writer To The Morning In Up The Hill House In Sinshan

By Little Bear Woman.

Those who want fighting, let them smoke tobacco. Those who want excitement, let them drink brandy. Those who want withdrawal, let them smoke cannabis. Those who want good talking, let them drink wine. I don’t want any of those things at this moment. Early in the morning I breathe air and drink water, because what I want is clarity and silence and one thin line of words on the white paper drawn around my thought in clarity and silence.

A Song To Up The Hill House In Sinshan

By Little Bear Woman.

House, this place,

house, this place,

I am getting old living in you.

House, these rooms,

house, these rooms,

my mother was young living in this place.

Northwest door,

southwest door,

maybe my daughter’s granddaughter will get old here,

inside these rooms,

in this house.

Maybe I will come in sometimes after dying by the southwest door,

by the northwest door,

of this house, this place,

into this house, this place.

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