Verse
Porter, Anne
Anne Porter Native Americans Blue eggshells Empty In the grass; On the rough-coated hills Translucent, the little pastors-rose. Eagle's shadow Sweeping the high pasture, _; Wordless...
...Anne Porter Native Americans Blue eggshells Empty In the grass...
...Older than the sum And yoanget thaa the dew, Poor as the larks He came into the world And walked from toWn to town Without a stick or saadals, Carrying his new fire...
...I saw him today en the street In front of the post office, Tired-oat, young, The age he mast have been The day they killed him, Native pastor Of a small parish Up on tie Reservatioa He stood there listening To an old Indian woman, One of his people, One of his disinherited And cheated people...
...Eagle's shadow Sweeping the high pasture, Sileut gospel...
...Eagle's shadow Sweeping the high pasture, _; Wordless gospel...
Vol. 114 • June 1987 • No. 12
