"Too city-stupid to know any better, I am left with the paper and pen for my magic," Rose, a Hopi, writes as she realizes, at 45, that the old Native American teachings and ceremonial ways are strong. Her poems trace her evolving linkage not only to Native American issues but to related concerns on a global level. She explores her "half breedness" not as a condition of genetics, ancestry, or race but as a condition of history, a result of cross-cultural experience, of dislocations, reunions, and choices. She sees "no more important movement than that of indigenous peoples and their supporters around the earth" and accordingly laments the $3,000 sale of 19 American Indian skeletons to a museum and howls in horror at skulls and bones excavated from a mission's adobe walls: "They built the missions with dead Indians." Brutally powerful in all ways political and personal. Whitney Scott --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.