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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse My blind-eyed kinsmen look to the little straying feet Of such—and this—and that—um'm'm'm— Look to it!) They follow me. As the twinkling foam-track of hungry stars Endlessly trails after him, the antlered one, the Red Star— But takes him never Aik-Ki-yi-y!


 * I am the Conqueror of Women!

My grass cap is set round with red breasts of red-breasted woodpeckers; My hair is sleek, black, long, head-twined, It flashes like the watered fins of Auch-Willo Striking through the sea in the sun. It is priceless as the fur of seals: It is heaven-blossomed, like Yethel's wing. I am tall, tall, tall and proud, Proud, proud, proud, and strong; Strong, strong, strong, like— Like all the men of the Haidas; Like all save me, who am tallest, proudest, strongest. My moccasins are of white doe-skin much embroidered; Five little rows of smallest white owl—feathers Go round and round The star-signs, the love-signs, worked in colored grasses. (O my kinsman, O No-al-es, would you wed with Ho'g tonight If you knew—oh, la la!—who worked my moccasins?)