Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NAVAJO LOVE SONG, by WILLIAM A. PHELON First Line: We are riding out in the morning Last Line: Na-na-litch, na-litch, nandeen! Subject(s): Horseback Riding; Love; Native Americans; Navajo Indians; Indians Of America; American Indians; Indians Of South America | ||||||||
WE ARE riding out in the morning, And my love rides far ahead Rides where the rising sunshine Tints the canyon wall with red As I urge my pony after, She cries with impish glee, "On, and ride fast, my warrior If you hope to capture me!" Nahleen nahleen, nahleen Kah-na-no, kannaz, tangeen Sanna-san, sah-lee, saskeen Na-na-litch, na-litch, nandeen! Where the sheep-flocks graze in thousands, And the Chieftain's horses run, Is the duty of the riders, From the dawn to setting sun But what think I of duty, When that bright and laughing face Calls from the glowing mesa! "Have you given up the chase?" Nahleen, nahleen, nahleen Kah-na-no, kannaz, tangeen Sanna-san, sah-lee, saskeen Na-na-litch, na-litch, nandeen! I am called before the Chieftain, And the Chieftain's face is grim, As he speaks the words of censure, While the evening's light grows dim. "You have left the herds unguarded, At the mercy of a foe Anddaughter, cease thy nudging I was young, too, long ago!" Nahleen, nahleen, nahleen Kah-na-no, kannaz, tangeen Sanna-san, sah-lee, saskeen Na-na-litch, na-litch, nandeen! | 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 FOOL THERE WAS by WILLIAM A. PHELON |
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