I have about a dozen poems in a series dating from 1931 which I will post over the next two weeks, without editorial comment. The first:

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For the sake of search engines:

“Who Are You Redman?”
By Bertha A. Kleinman

Years upon years ago, so they tell,
When white men came to this land to dwell,
They found you, Redman, but no one knew
Who brought you here and not even you
Could tell the legend that made it plain,
So they took from you your land and gain
And pressed you into the wilderness.

From North to South and from East to West
They scattered your tribesmen far and wide,
And legions out on the trail have died.
They called you savage and Indian,
You who are truest American,
Men know you as Pima and Papago,
Sioux and Apache and Navajo;
The past has hidden your primal name,
And nobody tells from whence you came.