i am singing the cold rain
i am singing the winter dawn
i am turning in the gray morning
of my life
toward home
Native American poetry
Love Song Of A Young Man: a Native American poem from the Pacific Northwest
Whenever I eat,
I eat the pain of your love, mistress.
Whenever I get sleepy,
I dream of my love, my mistress.
Whenever I lie on my back in the house,
I lie on the pain of your love, mistress.
For whenever I walk about,
I step on the pain of your love, mistress.
translated by Frank Boas
I Cannot Forget You: a Makah love poem
No matter how hard I try to forget you,
you always come back to my thoughts.
When you hear me singing
I am really crying for you.