Navarre Scott Momaday

Navarre Scott Momaday Poems

The eagle is my power,
And my fan is an eagle.
It is strong and beautiful
In my hand. And it is real.

I am a feather on the bright sky
I am the blue horse that runs in the plain
I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water
I am the shadow that follows a child

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

I ponder how He died, despairing once.
I've heard the cry subside in vacant skies,
In clearings where no other was. Despair,
Which, in the vibrant wake of utterance,

How shall we adorn
Recognition with our speech?—
Now the dead firstborn
Will lag in the wake of words.

What did we say to each other
that now we are as the deer
who walk in single file
with heads high

Navarre Scott Momaday Biography

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 ancestry from his mother. Literary career Momaday received his Ph.D. from Stanford University in 1963. Momadays doctoral thesis, The Complete Poems of Frederick Goddard Tuckerman was published in 1965. His novel House Made of Dawn led to the breakthrough of Native American literature into the American mainstream after the novel was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1969. House Made of Dawn was the first novel of the Native American Renaissance, a term coined by literary critic Kenneth Lincoln in the Native American Renaissance. The work remains a classic of Native American Literature.)

The Best Poem Of Navarre Scott Momaday

Eagle Feather Fan

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.

Navarre Scott Momaday Comments

Oscar Campana 15 May 2007

I like to read poems

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shrek 26 January 2018

Hey vsauce michael here

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the big gay 19 March 2018

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Jack Krueger, artist 08 March 2020

Infinite brilliant songs - I weep.

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Why do you all suck 11 May 2019

I hate poems because schools force you to write and understand poems

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R***H 20 March 2019

when was the poem, " The Earth, " by Navarre Momaday written or published?

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you joseph 22 February 2019

is a comrade you waste of oxygen

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Joesph Stalin 24 August 2018

this is not his poem comrade, IT IS OUR POEM

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