A. M. Klein Quotes

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

A. M. Klein

Indian Reservation: Caughnawaga (1983)

“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)

“This is a grassy ghetto, and no home.”

A. M. Klein

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.”

A. M. Klein

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.”

A. M. Klein

Heirloom (1982).