Before an Old Painting of the Crucifixion (Navarre Scott Momaday Poems)
I ponder how He died, despairing once.I've heard the cry subside in vacant skies,In clearings where no other was. Despair,Which, ...
I ponder how He died, despairing once.I've heard the cry subside in vacant skies,In clearings where no other was. Despair,Which, ...
I am a feather on the bright skyI am the blue horse that runs in the plainI am the fish ...
Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind uponthe remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give ...
How shall we adornRecognition with our speech?-Now the dead firstbornWill lag in the wake of words.Custom intervenes;We are civil, something ...
The eagle is my power,And my fan is an eagle.It is strong and beautifulIn my hand. And it is real.My ...
What did we say to each otherthat now we are as the deerwho walk in single filewith heads highwith ears ...
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