Many Many Moons; A Book of Wilderness Poems (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE BLUE DUCK Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! To be read '/ a vigorous emphasising Hee-ya ! H6i-ya ! the drumbeats. Hee-ya ! H6i-ya ! Keetch-ie Ma-ni-do, Ma-ni-do, The hunter-moon is chipping, Chipping at his flints, At his dripping bloody flints; He is rising for the hunt, And his face is red with blood From the spears of many spruces, And his blood is on the leaves That flutter down. The Winter-Maker, White Bee-boan, Is walking in the sky, And his windy blanket Rustles in the trees. He is blazing out the trail Through the fields of nodding rice For the swift and whistling wings Of his She-she-be, For the worn and weary wings See Appendix, page 71, for supplementary comments concerning "The Blue Duck" and other poems in this group, Part I. Of many duck? Ho! Plenty duck! Plenty duck! Ho! Plenty, plenty duck! Hi! Hi! More slowly Tt; t Tt; i ond quietly, "' nl verging on a Hi! Hi! chant. Hi! Hi! Hoy-eeeeeee 1 Ya! Hoy-eeeeeee! Ya! Keetch-ie Ma-ni-do, Ma-ni-do, The seasons have been barren. In the Moon-of-Sugar-Making, And the Moon-of-Flowers-and-Grass, From the blighted berry patches And the maple-sugar bush, The hands of all my children Came home empty, came home clean. The big rain of Nee-bin, the Summer-Maker, Washed away the many little partridge. And good Ad-ik-kum-aig, sweet whitefish, Went sulking all the summer-moons, Hiding in the deepest waters, Silver belly in the mud, And he would not walk into my nets! Ugh! Thus the skin-sacks and the mo-kuks Hang within my weeg-a-wam empty. Soon the winter moon will come, Slipping through the silent timber, Walking on the silent snow, Stalking on the frozen lake. Lean-bellied, Squatting w...