by a Yokut Native American
Published Dec 29, 2013
A poem from the Yokut Native American tribe residing in the Central Valley of California
Come not near my songs,You who are not my lover,Lest from out that ambushLeaps my heart upon you!
When my songs are glowingAs an almond thicketWith the bloom upon it,Lies my heart in ambushAll amid my singing;Come... Read more