“This is a song the Papago Indians like to sing when they go traveling around somewhere: They have gone, The birds of… — George Webb Copy Share Image
“Where the mountain crosses. On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where. I wandered where my mind and my… — Jane Bierhorst Copy Share Image
“By the sandy water I breathe in the odor of the sea, From there the wind comes and blows over the world,… — Jane Bierhorst Copy Share Image
