Navarre Scott Momaday

(February 27, 1934 / Lawton, Oklahoma)

Eagle Feather Fan - Poem by Navarre Scott Momaday

The eagle is my power,
And my fan is an eagle.
It is strong and beautiful
In my hand. And it is real.
My fingers hold upon it
As if the beaded handle
Were the twist of bristlecone.
The bones of my hand are fine
And hollow; the fan bears them.
My hand veers in the thin air
Of the summits. All morning
It scuds on the cold currents;
All afternoon it circles
To the singing, to the drums.


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  • Rookie - 184 Points Angelina Holmes (5/6/2014 8:40:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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