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Where are the braves, the faces like autumn fruit,
who stared at the child from the coloured frontispiece?

— A. M. Klein Indian Reservation: Caughnawaga (1983)

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For the tourist's
brown pennies scattered at the old church door,
the ragged papooses jump, and bite the dust.

Indian Reservation: Caughnawaga (1983)

The animals pale, the shine of the fur is lost,
bleached are their living bones.
About them watch
as through a mist, the pious prosperous ghosts.

Indian Reservation: Caughnawaga (1983)

This is a grassy ghetto, and no home.

Indian Reservation: Caughnawaga (1983)

And my tears, too, have stained this heirloomed ground,
When reading in these treatises some weird
Miracle, I turned a leaf and found
A white hair fallen from my father's beard.

Heirloom (1982)

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