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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse "Fear not," sings Supreme One; I am making pure, making pure, I destroy not life, I am Life-maker!"


 * The oldest man has entered the forest.

Ah! Ah! my kinsmen are wailing; They saw me depart with Death Into the White Change. But I go on—and on! And I sing the Change-Song of Supreme One: Ha-k eohos la no-ya ai-a me la-la Q' oalahag' i-h-e-e-la-wo!

I shout, "Ki-Ki-y!" See me I shake my little spear! I am Leqa-a-to'q, the Little Son— The strong little, swift little, fierce Little Son of the Chief. Ki! Ki-Ki-y! When I stamp my mighty little foot, my mother weeps; She fears me, she trembles; (Also old Bi'iq, my grandmother.) The earth trembles, the sea shakes; My little foot, stamping, rocks all the canoes of the world. The clouds, like screaming windy birds, Fly, fly before my little willow-bow. The eagles screech, leaping to the pine-tops,