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THE POTTERY MAKER, by                    
First Line: Crouching dumb in caverns deep
Last Line: The perfect song.
Subject(s): Art & Artists; Artifacts; Clay; Pottery And Potters


(The sacred corn jar of the Mandans is made by the oldest woman of the tribe in

a dark cave where no human eye may see the making else the gods will break it
apart.)

Crouching dumb in caverns deep
Where black bats brood or hang asleep
And rock snakes crawl and lizards creep,
I dream my song.

Away from the Old Man's evil eye
And the eyes of women that ceaselessly spy
And the eyes of children that mock and cry,
I mould my song.

The Gods would break my work in three
If human eyes my dream should see
Till flames from ugly clay set free
The perfect song.





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