<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=465053" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eagle Feather Fan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The eagle is my power,<br>And my fan is an eagle.<br>It is strong and beautiful<br>In my hand. And it is real.<br>My fingers hold upon it<br>As if the beaded handle<br>Were the twist of bristlecone.<br>The bones of my hand are fine<br>And hollow; the fan bears them.<br>My hand veers in the thin air<br>Of the summits. All morning<br>It scuds on the cold currents;<br>All afternoon it circles<br>To the singing, to the drums.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Navarre+Scott+Momaday">Navarre Scott Momaday</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=465053" data-title="Eagle Feather Fan de Navarre Scott Momaday" data-description="The eagle is my power, And my fan is an eagle. It is strong and beautiful In my hand. And it is real. My fingers hold upon it As if the beaded handle Were the twist of bristlecone. The bones of my hand are fine And hollow; the fan bears them. My h..."></div> </div> </div>

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