Eagle Feather Fan Poem by Navarre Scott Momaday

Eagle Feather Fan

Rating: 3.0


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 05 November 2015

Beautiful feeling of flight!

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M Asim Nehal 05 November 2015

Nice eagle...Liked it.

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Angelina Holmes 06 May 2014

Love your poetry. Hope to see more.

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Mahtab Bangalee 10 December 2019

Eagle the heroic power into me the wings of the bird carry me upstairs to apex crown oh from the phoenix I rebirth to the rising sun it shines me as the dawn reciting holy scripture Eagle by the power I'm to the hero of heroes, to the God of gods flying, flying, crossing galaxy after galaxies to the great emptiness! !

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Kumarmani Mahakul 10 December 2019

Finding beauty and strong essence in eagle is very amazing. This poem is very brilliantly penned. Thank you very much for sharing this.10

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Dr Antony Theodore 11 December 2019

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... a very fine poem. tony

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Stephen Kiernan 10 December 2019

The eagle is my favourite animal

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Alouwou Mandjah 10 December 2019

Congratulations Navarre Scott Momaday

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Tamara Beryl Latham 10 December 2019

Your poem emphasizes your strength with the symbolism of the eagle. Congratulations on POD.

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Edward Kofi Louis 10 December 2019

Loop! ! Muse; To swoop like an eagle! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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