Navarre Scott Momaday

(February 27, 1934 / Lawton, Oklahoma)

Eagle Feather Fan - Poem by Navarre Scott Momaday

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 about Eagle Feather Fan by Navarre Scott Momaday

  • Susan Williams (11/5/2015 12:34:00 PM)

    Beautiful feeling of flight! (Report)Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (11/5/2015 11:07:00 AM)

    Nice eagle...Liked it. (Report)Reply

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  • (5/6/2014 8:40:00 PM)

    Love your poetry. Hope to see more. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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