Word: squaws
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...loves her husband Paul, a college professor who is a scholar of social disorder. She is inordinately proud of the body that brings her pleasure and has borne her two children. But her sharpest perceptions affirm her worst fears: "My life hardly differs from that of an Indian squaw settled in a tepee on the same Manhattan land centuries ago. Pick, clean, prepare, throw out, dig a hole, bury the waste-she was my sister. She would understand why there should be one day of total fast each week...
...pixilating and luminous surface, swallows fly away, the Great Migration of the Tribe is played in loving sad detail, the anxious braves move south on their short ponies not knowing that they, peaceful folk, are about to found a bellicose nation and the first New World zoo. The resolute squaws come behind with the babies and the baggage. Their bare feet. One squaw remains at home, tearful but happy. Diamond beads for under her glistening eyes. Happy happy-so full of happiness she comes near to bloating-and there are no others to share it with. On the magic gown...
...silence, in beauty, in rosy nakedness the squaw sits easily by the chasm ledge and waits. Forever she has been gazing at the purple canyon wall opposite her and now she feels the moment of the mystery approaching. Her arms are heavy ropes holding to her a brown young brave, his electric hair bound by a vinyl red band. An arrow-bodied boy with a sweet thing not yet grown callous with age and hard use. He is astonished and shaking, his body shimmers in sweat...
...moment approaches, the squaw slowly draws the young brave into her. Now the first sunlight comes, a blade of white cutting the canyon wall across the way. The brave shivers and the squaw feels a mighty breath growing in his chest, and then a first cracked warwhoop escapes him and goes bouncing and echoing down the chasm...
...squaw leans back and rests in a bed of oak leaves. Standing at the edge of the clearing are her own brave and the keeds. Golden now in the newly created sunlight, they are obviously knocked out by the beauty of all their Merilee has accomplished. They must think she is a well without bottom...