Earlier this week, I wrote about a piece in The New York Times that asked columnists to consider which books they read over and over again. There are many books I’ve reread, but one of the best by far is The Birchbark House (Hyperion, 1999), Louise
Erdrich’s middle grade novel about Omakayas, a young Ojibwa girl, and her family. Erdrich’s depiction of their life on the shores of Lake Superior in the mid-1800s, which was a National Book Award finalist, offers readers a window into a culture that has essentially disappeared.
When I taught third grade, I read The Birchbark House to my students every year. But it’s been almost ten years since the last time I read this book. This week, I revisited Erdrich’s lyrical prose and “found” this poem in the final chapter, “Full Circle.”
with all the force of tender new buds,
touched her heart,
there would always be
a shadow to her laughter.
The ground harbored sunshine,
spread warmth beneath their feet.
Omakayas felt the calm sweetness of the earth
and tears burned.
Where was Newoo?
She missed him.
There were birds,
little birds with white throats,
sweet spring cries.
“I remember their song;
their song was my comfort,
Piercing spring music.
White throated sparrows
calling out to one another.
Their delicate song surrounded her,
running in waves through the leafless trees.
Omakayas heard something new in their voices.
She heard Newoo.
as the song of the white-throated sparrow
sank again and again through the air
like a shining needle,
and sewed up her broken heart.
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