Pau-Puk-Keewis (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
Today, from a distance, I saw you walking away, and without a sound the glittering face of a glacier slid ...
for Sydney Pettit The lines are keen against today's bad sky about to rain. We're white and understand why Indians ...
Little bits of memories, most over forty years old bouncing up against one another spilling into my present consciousness a ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
The carts squeak and trundle, the horses whinny, the conscripts go by, each with a bow and arrows at his ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
FOLKS ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits; Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Choose your obsessions For they are unworthy possessions Trojan horses They bind you Without you realizing They hinder your natural ...
We're away! and the wind whistles shrewd In our whiskers and teeth; And the granite-like grey of the road Seems ...
In the footsteps of the walking air Sky's prophetic chickens weave their cloth of awe And hillsides lift green wings ...
Last night I dreamed of chickens, there were chickens everywhere, they were standing on my stomach, they were nesting in ...
West of Dubbo the west begins The land of leisure and hope and trust, Where the black man stalks with ...
We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of 'em, And ...
by Sharmagne Leland-St.John There were dry red days Devoid of clouds Devoid of breeze Sound bruised My burning bones Dirt ...
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