“Imagining the spirit of poetry is like imagining the shape and size of a hunch. It is a kind of awakening light; it is the full-grown spirit of an ancestor who has accompanied me since the beginning, or a bear or a hummingbird. It is a hundred horses galloping across a landscape in a soft mist, or a woman undressing in the glow of a fire before her beloved. It is none of the above. It transcends all imaginable.” Joy Harjo, Crazy Brave…