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    The Fire Bird
    The Fire Bird
    The Fire Bird
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    The Fire Bird

    By Gordon Grant, Lee Thayer and Gene Stratton-Porter

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateAug 1, 2010
    The Fire Bird
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    Gordon Grant

    Computer programming is my day job. I like playing chess and I love reading. My wife and I live in Cypress, TX, which is part of Houston. We are both from Roswell, NM (UFO and alien country).

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    • 1/5
      Ew. Ew twice, for format and subject. The format is "Indian poem" - blank verse, not even as rhythmic as Hiawatha and just about as authentic. And the subject is a nasty brat whining because she has nightmares about the woman she killed because "she stole my man". Ew ew ew. And it ends up her children (and her husband) pay the price for what she did. I was kind of expecting there to be a woman whom Star Face was courting, and the story starting over again - but apparently not. Wow, I'm finding some truly nasty stories in Stratton-Porter's oeuvre...
    • 4/5
      An intense, even exhausting, yet beautiful free-verse poem of love, jealousy, obsession, revenge, and guilt. It takes the form of a long narrative by Native maiden Yiada, who seeks a medicine-man's relief for the years of horror she has experienced since being thwarted in love by the innocent tribal-guest Couy-ouy. The latter keeps, and is symbolized by a the totemic Fire Bird. In the Twenty-first Century it is fashionable to be cynical about, or exploitative of, the experiences and emotions mentioned above, but even a skeptical reading of this poem overcomes that arch coolness, and carries the reader into a twin-world of overpowering natural beauty and inescapable spiritual misery. Almost every line contains an extraordinary visual image -- not surprising from this outstanding nature-writer. A comparatively minor deformity in the piece is its use of archaic "thee/thou" constructions, and the almost complusively inverted sentence-structure. The first arose, I suspect, out of a desire to place the action in a remote time-setting, while the last is simply a dubious artistic decision, and a particularly unnecessary one, considering the freedom of free verse. This poem deserves a much wider exposure, not terribly likely for a while, at any rate. To my knowledge, the only edition currently in print is limited to three-hundred copies, one of which I ws fortunate enough to buy from in 2010 at the Gene Stratton Porter Homestead park in Indiana.

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    The Fire Bird - Gordon Grant

    The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Fire Bird, by Gene Stratton-Porter

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    Title: The Fire Bird

    Author: Gene Stratton-Porter

    Illustrator: Gordon Grant

    Lee Thayer

    Release Date: February 6, 2011 [EBook #35188]

    Language: English

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    THE FIRE BIRD

    BOOKS BY

    GENE STRATTON-PORTER

    Nature Books

    The Song of the Cardinal

    Friends in Feathers

    Birds of the Bible

    Music of the Wild

    Moths of the Limberlost

    Morning Face

    Homing With the Birds

    Nature Stories

    Freckles

    A Girl of the Limberlost

    At the Foot of the Rainbow

    The Harvester

    Laddie

    Michael O'Halloran

    A Daughter of the Land

    Her Father's Daughter

    The Fire Bird

    THE FIRE BIRD

    GENE

    STRATTON-PORTER,

    ILLUSTRATIONS

    BY GORDON GRANT

    DECORATIONS BY

    LEE THAYER

    GARDEN CITY, N. Y., AND TORONTO

    DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY

    1922

    COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY

    GENE STRATTON-PORTER

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, INCLUDING THAT OF TRANSLATION INTO FOREIGN LANGUAGES, INCLUDING THE SCANDINAVIAN

    PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES

    AT

    THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N. Y.

    First Edition

    TO

    EDWARD SHERIFF CURTIS

    BLOOD BROTHER TO THE INDIANS BY CEREMONIAL

    SPIRIT BROTHER TO HIS FELLOW MEN BY BIRTH

    THE FIRE BIRD

    PART I

    THE LOVE DANCE OF YIADA

    Medicine Man, O Medicine Man,

    Make for me High Magic.

    I, Yiada, daughter of White Wolf,

    Mighty Chief of the Canawacs,

    Mate of Star Face, Brave of the Mandanas,

    I of your blood, I have said it!

    From the roots of the white toluache lilies

    Make me a strong medicine

    That will drown my scorching spirit-fire

    And empty my hands of their fulness.

    Beat your sacred turtle drums

    Loud and threateningly.

    Drive back to the fear peopled forest

    Of the far and dread Shadow Land

    The flaming ghost of the fire bird

    And the white flower of the still water.

    Heal me of the dread head-sickness

    Like the midsummer madness

    Of foaming-mouthed quiota.

    I, Yiada, proud daughter of the fierce Canawacs,

    I, mate of the Brave, Star Face,

    Chief of a forest of wigwams,

    With ponies like the sands of the sea, have said it.

    Hear me, for the healing of my sickened spirit!

    Where the triumphant blue sea water,

    Sky-gold all day in the slanting sunlight,

    Silver-white in the uncertain moonlight,

    Teases the pale sands of the craggy beaches,

    Lay the lodge of my Father, White Wolf,

    The savage hunter of beast and enemy,

    First at the kill, Chief of great wealth,

    Next in power to the high Sachem,

    Chief of all Chiefs.

    Many were the strong sons

    Who sprang from White Wolf's loins—

    I, Yiada, his one daughter, pride of Falcon Eye,

    His daring chieftainess, from the far Mandanas.

    Tall our wigwams of deer and bear and elk skins,

    Stout our warm lodges of cedar and pine tree,

    Many our robes of beaver and

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