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Be it dark; be it bright; Be it pain; be it rest; Be it wrong; be it right— It must be for the best.…
Alexander Lawrence Posey, born August 3, 1873, was a Muskogee Creek poet, journalist, and humorist known for his poems and Fus Fixico letters, a satirical correspondence series written from his fictional persona, Fus Fixico, which commented on local and national politics of the time. He served as the editor for the Eufaula Indian Journal before passing away on May 27, 1908. The posthumous The Poems of Alexander Lawrence Posey (Crane Printers), which was collected and arranged by Posey’s wife, was published in 1910. Posey died along the North Canadian River while trying to make his way from Eufaula to Muskogee, Oklahoma.
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In the dreamy silence Of the afternoon, a Cloth of gold is woven Over wood and prairie;…
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Some day this quest Shall cease; Some day, For aye, This heart shall rest In peace. Sometimes—ofttimes—I almost feel The calm upon my senses steal, So soft, and all but hear The de…
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Between me and the noise of strife Are walls of mountains set with pine; The dusty, care-strewn paths of life Lead not to this retreat of mine.…
Down with him! chain him! bind him fast! Slam to the iron door and turn the key! The one true Creek, perhaps the last To dare declare, “You have wronged me!”…
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How savage, fierce and grim! His bones are bleached and white. But what is death to him? He grins as if to bite.…
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I picked up shells with ruby lips That spoke in whispers of the sea, Upon a time, and watched the ships, On white wings, sail away to sea.…
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Far, far, far are my silver waters drawn; The hills embrace me loth to let me go; The maidens think me fair to look upon, And trees lean over glad to hear me flow.…
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A winged bit of Indian sky Strayed hither from its home on high.
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I’m tired of the gloom…
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The Caesars and the Alexanders were But men gone mad, who ran about a while Upsetting kingdoms, and were slain in turn Like rabid dogs, or died in misery.…
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There is more glory in a drop of dew, That shineth only for an hour, Than there is in the pomp of earth’s great Kings Within the noonday of their power. There is more sweetness in…
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I’ve seen the beauty of the rose, I’ve heard the music of the bird, And given voice to my delight; I’ve sought the shapes that come in dreams,…
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(To the South Wind) O Wind, hast thou a sigh Robbed from her lips divine Upon this sunbright day— A token or a sign?…