The Sun Speaks of Her Lover

(a Cherokee myth)

Alone, by darkness, and without a name,
My lover came to lie with me each night,
But kept his fervent face so out of sight,
I wondered from which tribe and clan he came.
So, with the ash of embers from my flame,
I brushed his cheek before his morning flight.
Next day, I saw. He now lives far, in shame.
No longer are we ever found together.
So marked we are, we neither seek another.
Forgive me, that I gave my love too soon.
All Heaven stands between us, since: the weather,
The warmth, the winds, and time. He is my brother,
That one the Principal People call the Moon.

Jennifer Reeser

Jennifer Reeser

Jennifer Reeser is the author of five books. Writer and former editor of “The Paris Review,” X.J. Kennedy, wrote that her first volume “ought to have been a candidate for a Pulitzer.” Her verse novel, “The Lalaurie Horror,” debuted as an Amazon bestseller in Epic Poetry. Her work has been anthologized in Random House, London’s Everyman’s Library, among many other anthologies. Her poems, non-fiction and translations have appeared in POETRY, Rattle, The Hudson Review, and elsewhere. Her sixth collection, INDIGENOUS, is available from Able Muse Press. Her website is www.jenniferreeser.com
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Jennifer Reeser is the author of five books. Writer and former editor of “The Paris Review,” X.J. Kennedy, wrote that her first volume “ought to have been a candidate for a Pulitzer.” Her verse novel, “The Lalaurie Horror,” debuted as an Amazon bestseller in Epic Poetry. Her work has been anthologized in Random House, London’s Everyman’s Library, among many other anthologies. Her poems, non-fiction and translations have appeared in POETRY, Rattle, The Hudson Review, and elsewhere. Her sixth collection, INDIGENOUS, is available from Able Muse Press. Her website is www.jenniferreeser.com