Navarre Scott Momaday

(February 27, 1934 / Lawton, Oklahoma)

The Earth - Poem by Navarre Scott Momaday

Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon
the remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give himself up
to a particular landscape in his experience, to look at it from
as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon
He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at
every season and listens to the sounds that are made upon
it. He ought to imagine the creatures there and all the faintest
motions of the wind. He ought to recollect the glare of noon and
all the colors of the dawn and dusk.
For we are held by more than the force of gravity to the earth.
It is the entity from which we are sprung, and that into which
we are dissolved in time. The blood of the whole human race
is invested in it. We are moored there, rooted as surely, as
deeply as are the ancient redwoods and bristlecones.

Comments about The Earth by Navarre Scott Momaday

  • Gold Star - 13,715 Points Susan Williams (11/5/2015 12:38:00 PM)

    The poem is a masterpiece of love for life and the earth we live it on. There are only 6 of his poems on this site- I desperately hope he wrote more than 6 poems in his life. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 39,563 Points Mohammed Asim Nehal (11/5/2015 11:08:00 AM)

    Very well written poem, Nice reading it, Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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