Report, if you have a problem with this page“ We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his face do we see,no more his voice do we hear,nor will his affectionate gazewatch over his people. ”
Jane Bierhorst
From : In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
