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the one great thing
And I think over again My small adventures When with a shore wind I drifted out In my kayak. And I thought I was in danger. My fears, Those I thought so big, For all the vital things I had to get and to reach.
And yet, there is only One great thing, The only thing: To live to see in huts and on journeys The great day that dawns And the light that fills the world.
(Copper Eskimo)
translated by Knud Rassmussen Intellectual Culture of the Copper Eskimo retold in In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations, John Bierhorst (editor), New York: 1971 |
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