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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIANS, by NANETTE NICHOLS COBB First Line: Hear the beating of the tom - tom Last Line: Death does not restrict their bounds. Subject(s): Death; Native Americans; Dead, The; Indians Of America; American Indians; Indians Of South America | |||
Hear the beating of the tom-tom On yon tip of Indian Hill; Agonizingly this drumming Speaks an Indian gravely ill. Often that persistent pounding Carries miles from Indian Knoll, Like the pangs of guilty conscience Haunt the weary human soul. When the spirit of the red man Leaves for "happy hunting grounds", Horse and saddle rest beside him: Death does not restrict their bounds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD INDIAN by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT SCHOLARLY PROCEDURE by JOSEPHINE MILES ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON THE INDIANS ON ALCATRAZ by PAUL MULDOON PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH AMERICAN INDIAN ART: FORM AND TRADITION by DIANE DI PRIMA RAIN-DRENCHED ROSES by NANETTE NICHOLS COBB |
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