How shall we adorn
Recognition with our speech?—
Now the dead firstborn
Will lag in the wake of words.
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Momaday writes not only from the heart, but also so movingly with the soul. BEAUTY of life put perfectly into word. My spirit applauds.
Quit of hope and hurt, It held a motionless gaze Wide of time, alert, On the dark distant flurry... very fine poem. tony