Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIANS (DEERFIELD MEMORIAL HALL), by LEONORA SPEYER Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: Dulcimer, play me a little tune Last Line: Praise be for the story's end! Subject(s): Deerfield, Massachusetts; Massacres; Native Americans; Indians Of America; American Indians; Indians Of South America | ||||||||
Dulcimer, play me a little tune -- Mercy, died at the age of two, Read the tablets, and find her name, "Killed on the door-stone," does it say? (Whimpered once as the Redskin came), I remember the winter day. What shall I play? Dulcimer, play me a dancing tune -- David trod them merrily, "Died on the Meadows," as settlers die (You passed the meadows, piled with hay), And never a curl to know him by; Jig or reel, or a minuet? What shall I play? Dulcimer, play me a song of love -- Hannah Sheldon, thirty-nine, Died like a woman, beside her man, There's the door where they hacked their way, Back in the days of good Queen Anne: Bullets or scalps, or a ransom to pay. What shall I play? Dulcimer, dulcimer, play no more! Or tell me a tune of wedding-bells -- Eunice, Joanna, little ones, "Redeemed," at last, but they chose to stay, Married their savages, bore them sons, Happily prayed as Redskins pray -- Ancient dulcimer, dusty old friend, Praise be for the story's end! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD INDIAN by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT SCHOLARLY PROCEDURE by JOSEPHINE MILES ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON THE INDIANS ON ALCATRAZ by PAUL MULDOON PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH AMERICAN INDIAN ART: FORM AND TRADITION by DIANE DI PRIMA A B C'S IN GREEN by LEONORA SPEYER |
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