Navarre Scott Momaday

(February 27, 1934 / Lawton, Oklahoma)

Navarre Scott Momaday
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Navarre Scott Momaday is a Native American author of Kiowa descent. His work House Made of Dawn was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1969.

Momaday is considered the founding author in what critic Kenneth Lincoln has coined the Native American Renaissance.

House Made of Dawn is considered a classic in Native American Literature.

Background

N. Scott Momaday is the son of writer Natachee Scott Momaday and painter Al Momaday.

Momaday was born on 27 February 1934 at the Kiowa-Comanche Indian Hospital in Lawton, Oklahoma, South Central United States.

He is enrolled in the Kiowa Tribe of Oklahoma and also has Cherokee ... more »

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Best Poem of Navarre Scott Momaday

The Earth

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
it.
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...

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