Here in Kansas is a school Made of square stones and windows, Where Indian boys are taught to use a tool, A printing-press, a book, And Indian girls To read, to dress, to cook. And as I watch today The orderly industrious classes, Only their color and silence and the way The hair lies flat and black on their heads proclaims them Sioux, Comanche, Choctaw, Cherokee, Creek, Chippewa, Paiute -- and the red and blue Of the girls' long sweaters and the purple and yellow, And the tawny slant of the machine-made shirts . . . Noon -- and out they come. And one tall fellow, Breaking from the others with a glittering yell and crouching slim, Gives a leap like the leap of Mordkin, And the sun carves under him A canyon of glory . . . And then it shadows, and he darts, With head hung, to the dormitory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY PROTHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER PEREGRINUS by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 1. THE MARVELLOUS SEED OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES LULLABY IN BETHLEHEM by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD AN OLD DREAM by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE CARLES OF DYSART by ROBERT BURNS |