Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOODS, by DAVID O'NEIL First Line: On a lone hillside Last Line: To your madness. Subject(s): Native Americans; Indians Of America; American Indians; Indians Of South America | ||||||||
I AN ASTRONOMER On a lone hillside A navajo shepherd Wrapt in his blanket, Hugged his knees, Dreamed into the night -- A wisp of a crescent, A sky full of stars -- In his thought He was asking: "Do my lanterns Shine up to the stars?" II A VASE OF CHINESE IVORY In the museum It had no name: It was only the life work Of one almond-eyed heathen -- Just one of a million! Look closer And you will see A soul, Unique and beautiful! III MESSAGES He plodded along The deep-rutted road, The old farmer, Face as red as sumach, Wind-colored; Happy. The bee-drone hum Of wires overhead Was song and laughter to him. Yet the wires were laden With messages of strife, and sorrow, and sin. IV THE HEIGHTS Alone, On a high mountain trail; I drew strength from out the sky; My thoughts went out Like my shadow at sunset: I grew great as my shadow at sunset. V SOLITUDE Youth! If there be madness In your soul, Go to the mountain solitudes Where you can grow up To your madness. | 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 A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH |
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