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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SIOUX SONGS: LAMENT FOR KIMIMLIA-SKA, by AGNES KENDRICK GRAY First Line: White butterfly, my warrior son is dead Last Line: Mourn with me, o my tribe, for he is dead! Subject(s): Native Americans; Indians Of America; American Indians; Indians Of South America | |||
White Butterfly, my warrior son is dead! The Crows have pierced him with their cruel spears, And I his mother through the village mourn. My flesh is cut, my blood flows with my tears, And all my hair have I in anguish shorn. White Butterfly, my son, my son, is dead! Fierce in his war-paint, proudly on his horse, How often home in safety he has turned, With captured ponies and with battles won. Now come the young men back with honors earned, But not their Leader, not my warrior son. "White Butterfly will come no more," they said, And I am weeping in the triumph-hour. White Butterfly, my son, my son, they said. Mourn with me, O my Tribe, for he is dead! | 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 AFTER WHISTLER by AGNES KENDRICK GRAY SIOUX SONGS: A FLYING HORSE (THE SPOTTED HORSE) by AGNES KENDRICK GRAY |
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