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The green corn dance
San llderonso
Far in the east
The gods beat
On thunder drums...
With rhythmic thud
The dancer’s feet
Answer the beat
Of the thunder drums.
Eagle feather
On raven hair,
With bright tablita’s
Turquoise glare.
Tasselled corn
Stands tall and fair
From rain-washed roots
Through lambent air.
Corn springs up
From the seed in the ground,
The cradled corn
By the sun is found.
Eagle feather
And turkey plume
From the wind-swept cloud
Bring rain and gloom.
Hid in the cloud
The wind brings rain,
And the water-song
To the dust-parched plain.
Far in the east
The gods retreat
As the thunder drums
Grow small and sweet.
The dancers’ feet
Echo the sound
As the drums grow faint
And the rain comes down.