Jesse LoVasco Tells a Story of Native Americans
It wasn’t planned. I was reading a book about the Constitution and the American Founders. It included two chapters on Andrew Jackson and how popular sentiment ran counter to the principles underlying the Constitution. The example cited was Jackson’s determination to remove the five native American tribes collectively known as the Cherokees from their ancestral lands, primarily in Georgia, Alabama, and Tennessee. The removal, which began in the early 1830s, was ultimately carried out by Jackson’s successor, Martin Van Buren, in 1838. Thousands of people died on the “Trail of Tears” to forcible resettlement in Oklahoma.
From that book, I turned to Native: Poems by Jesse LoVasco. It wasn’t intentional on my part; it was the simply the next book to read. Without a single reference to the Cherokee tribes or the Trail of Tears, many of the poems included in the collection told that story. I read the first few poems and began to hear the theme music from The Twilight Zone playing in my head.
Although each poem is a separate entity, LoVasco is telling a story, a story of Native Americans then and now. She is the first immigrant. She drives through the territory of Akwasasne (also spelled Akwesasne), which straddles parts of New York State, Quebec, and Ontario. She meets a Dakota woman at a flea market. She searches for keepers of medicine. She listens to a native woman speak to a crowd gathered in the streets of Detroit. She sees the sky perform a rain dance. She looks for her own tribe and finds women in a circle, singing a ritual song.
While all of these may be but remnants of a once dominant culture, the fact is that they remain. They’re still there, often in mute witness but witness nonetheless, witness to the eternal and a reminder of what’s temporal. We don’t understand, as she writes in “Hollow Reed,” that “Earth will survive. / It is us, / who will cease to exist.”
But perhaps we do understand, if we take the time to consider it. As much as they are about Native Americans, these poems resonate even for those of us (this reader included) without a drop of Native American blood. Our technologies (like books and computers) may have “stopped the spirit of a story / from moving from / one generation to the next,” as she says in “The Spirit of a Story,” but we understand the power of a good story. And Native is filled with these stories.
we dispersed to places
on the earth, to get
a sense of our sound,
close, but far away.
if you trace your finger,
along waterways and winding roads,
you will find each of us,
the same watershed,
veins of the
mother that breathed
mother into life,
each like a note on
a sheet of music,
flowing like rivers, moving
toward the humming of the sea.
LoVasco studied poetry at Vermont College. Her poems have been published in a number of literary publications, including Written River, Imprinting Waves, and others. She is also a yearly contributor to PoemCity in Montpelier, Vermont.
Read the poems of Native and listen to the land, nature, the elders, and the wisdom of the past, a past that is always with us.
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