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Ali Cobby Eckermann

Yankunytjatjara Love Poems

1.
I walk to the south    I walk to the north
where are you my Warrior?

I sit with the desert    I sit with the ocean
where are you my Warrior?

I sing to the trees    I sing to the rocks
where are you my Warrior?

I dance with the birds    I dance with the animals
where are you my Warrior?

Heaven is everywhere
where are You?

2.
I will show you a field of zebra finch Dreaming in the shadow of the stony hill ochre
when the soft blanket of language hums and kinship campfires flavour windswept hair

little girls stack single twigs on embers under Grandfathers skin of painted love
the dance of emu feathers will sweep the red earth with your smile

do not look at me in daylight; that gift comes in the night
tomorrow I will show Mother our marriage proposal in my smile

3.
in the cave she rolls the big rock for table, for the desert wildflowers they pick each another
she carries many coolamons filled with river sand to soften the hard rock floor

she makes shelf from braided saplings to hold all the feathers given by the message birds
when he sleeps she polishes his weapons with goanna and emu fat till they glisten in fire light

he tells the story of the notches on his spear, the story of the maps on his woomera
their eyes fill with spot fires lit on his return

the other women laugh “get over yourself” they laugh “he’s not that good”
she smiles she knows him in the night

4.
there is love in the wind by the singing rock
down the river by the ancient tree
love in kangaroo goanna and emu
love when spirits speak no human voice
at the sacred sites eyes unblemished
watch wedge tail eagle soar over hidden water
find the love

5.
Survival Day
I hear you as you sit
in silence your eyes search the Dreamtime
crammed in a modern world

Ah! there are the children of the Dreamtime
hands on thighs dancing
black legs beat drum and didgeridoo

Ah! there are the Grandmothers of the Dreamtime
quiet under shade trees alert for dangers
ready to fight protect and die

Ah! husbands and wives of the Dreamtime
share soul celebrations beyond the cultures
another baby of the Dreamtime will be born soon

Ah! all the Grandfathers sit silent
unmoving become rock face and sacred tree
the gibar magic man one with the earth

Ah! I see you on the horizon
in silence you search the Dreamtime
your eyes meet my silence

you reveal your presence with your smile

Yankunytjatjara Love Poems

Yankunytjatjara Love Poems

1.
ngayulu tjina ananyi south     ngayulu tjina ananyi north
where are you my Warrior?

ngayulu nyinakatinyi desert     ngayulu nyinakatinyi ocean
where are you my Warrior?

ngayulu inma ankanyi trees     ngayulu inma ankanyi rocks
where are you my Warrior?

ngayulu inmaku pakani birds     ngayulu inmaku pakani animals
where are you my Warrior?

ngura ilkaritja everywhere    
where are You?

2.
I will show you a field of zebra finch Dreaming in the shadow of the puli puli ochre
when the soft blanket of language hums kinship and  campfires flavour windswept hair

little girls stack single twigs on embers under tjamus skin of painted love
the dance of kalaya feathers will sweep the munda with your smile

do not look at me in daylight; that gift comes in the night
tomorrow I will show ngunytju our marriage proposal in my smile

3.
in the cave she rolls puli pulka for table for tjulpun tjulpun they pick for each another
she carries piti tjuta filled with river sand to soften the hard rock floor

she makes shelf from braided punu to hold nyalpi tjuta given by the message birds
when he sleeps she polishes his weapons with goanna and emu fat till they glisten in fire light

he tells the story of the notches on his spear, the story of the maps on his woomera
their kuru fill with spot fires lit on his return

the other kungkas laugh “get over yourself” they laugh “he’s not that good”
she smiles she knows him in the night

4.
there is love in the wind by the singing rock
down the river by the ancient tree
love in malu ngintaka and kalaya
love when spirits speak no human voice
at the sacred sites eyes unblemished
watch walawaru soar over hidden kapi
find the mukuringanyi

5.
Yabun
I hear you as you sit
in silence your eyes search the Dreamtime
crammed in a modern world

Ah! there are the tjitji of the Dreamtime
mara on thighs dancing
maru legs beat drum and yidaki

Ah! there are the kami tjuta of the Dreamtime
quiet under shade trees alert for dangers
ready to fight protect and die

Ah! mama tjuta and ngunytju tjuta of the Dreamtime
share soul inma beyond the cultures
another iti of the Dreamtime will be born soon

Ah! wati tjuta sit silent
unmoving become rock face and sacred tree
the gibar magic man one with munda

Ah! I see you on the horizon
in silence you search the Dreamtime
your kuru meet my silence

you reveal your presence with nyuntu ikaringanyi
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Yankunytjatjara Love Poems

1.
I walk to the south    I walk to the north
where are you my Warrior?

I sit with the desert    I sit with the ocean
where are you my Warrior?

I sing to the trees    I sing to the rocks
where are you my Warrior?

I dance with the birds    I dance with the animals
where are you my Warrior?

Heaven is everywhere
where are You?

2.
I will show you a field of zebra finch Dreaming in the shadow of the stony hill ochre
when the soft blanket of language hums and kinship campfires flavour windswept hair

little girls stack single twigs on embers under Grandfathers skin of painted love
the dance of emu feathers will sweep the red earth with your smile

do not look at me in daylight; that gift comes in the night
tomorrow I will show Mother our marriage proposal in my smile

3.
in the cave she rolls the big rock for table, for the desert wildflowers they pick each another
she carries many coolamons filled with river sand to soften the hard rock floor

she makes shelf from braided saplings to hold all the feathers given by the message birds
when he sleeps she polishes his weapons with goanna and emu fat till they glisten in fire light

he tells the story of the notches on his spear, the story of the maps on his woomera
their eyes fill with spot fires lit on his return

the other women laugh “get over yourself” they laugh “he’s not that good”
she smiles she knows him in the night

4.
there is love in the wind by the singing rock
down the river by the ancient tree
love in kangaroo goanna and emu
love when spirits speak no human voice
at the sacred sites eyes unblemished
watch wedge tail eagle soar over hidden water
find the love

5.
Survival Day
I hear you as you sit
in silence your eyes search the Dreamtime
crammed in a modern world

Ah! there are the children of the Dreamtime
hands on thighs dancing
black legs beat drum and didgeridoo

Ah! there are the Grandmothers of the Dreamtime
quiet under shade trees alert for dangers
ready to fight protect and die

Ah! husbands and wives of the Dreamtime
share soul celebrations beyond the cultures
another baby of the Dreamtime will be born soon

Ah! all the Grandfathers sit silent
unmoving become rock face and sacred tree
the gibar magic man one with the earth

Ah! I see you on the horizon
in silence you search the Dreamtime
your eyes meet my silence

you reveal your presence with your smile

Yankunytjatjara Love Poems

1.
I walk to the south    I walk to the north
where are you my Warrior?

I sit with the desert    I sit with the ocean
where are you my Warrior?

I sing to the trees    I sing to the rocks
where are you my Warrior?

I dance with the birds    I dance with the animals
where are you my Warrior?

Heaven is everywhere
where are You?

2.
I will show you a field of zebra finch Dreaming in the shadow of the stony hill ochre
when the soft blanket of language hums and kinship campfires flavour windswept hair

little girls stack single twigs on embers under Grandfathers skin of painted love
the dance of emu feathers will sweep the red earth with your smile

do not look at me in daylight; that gift comes in the night
tomorrow I will show Mother our marriage proposal in my smile

3.
in the cave she rolls the big rock for table, for the desert wildflowers they pick each another
she carries many coolamons filled with river sand to soften the hard rock floor

she makes shelf from braided saplings to hold all the feathers given by the message birds
when he sleeps she polishes his weapons with goanna and emu fat till they glisten in fire light

he tells the story of the notches on his spear, the story of the maps on his woomera
their eyes fill with spot fires lit on his return

the other women laugh “get over yourself” they laugh “he’s not that good”
she smiles she knows him in the night

4.
there is love in the wind by the singing rock
down the river by the ancient tree
love in kangaroo goanna and emu
love when spirits speak no human voice
at the sacred sites eyes unblemished
watch wedge tail eagle soar over hidden water
find the love

5.
Survival Day
I hear you as you sit
in silence your eyes search the Dreamtime
crammed in a modern world

Ah! there are the children of the Dreamtime
hands on thighs dancing
black legs beat drum and didgeridoo

Ah! there are the Grandmothers of the Dreamtime
quiet under shade trees alert for dangers
ready to fight protect and die

Ah! husbands and wives of the Dreamtime
share soul celebrations beyond the cultures
another baby of the Dreamtime will be born soon

Ah! all the Grandfathers sit silent
unmoving become rock face and sacred tree
the gibar magic man one with the earth

Ah! I see you on the horizon
in silence you search the Dreamtime
your eyes meet my silence

you reveal your presence with your smile
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