Mapping Indigenous Poetry of North America, 1830-1924

"Flowers" by Alex Posey

When flowers fade, why does 
Their fragrance linger still? 
Have they a spirit, too, 
That Death can never kill? 
Is it their Judgment Day 
When from the dark, dark mould 
Of April and of May 
Their blooms again unfold? 

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