Papago Love Song
1.
Early I rose
in the blue morning;
my love was up before me.
It came running to me
from the doorways of the Dawn.
On Papago Mountain'
the dying quarry
looked at me with my love's eyes.
2.
Do you long, my Maiden
for bisaga blossoms
to fasten in your hair?
I will pick them for you.
What are bisaga spines to me
whom love is forever pricking in the side?
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