Classic poem of the day
The Tarahumara Indians have come down,
sign of a bad year
and a poor harvest in the mountains.
Naked and tanned,
hard in their daubed lustrous skins,
blackened with wind and sun, they enliven
the streets of Chihuahua,
slow and suspicious,
all the springs of fear coiled,
like meek panthers.
Naked and tanned,
wild denizens of the snow,
they—for they thee and thou—
always answer thus the inevitable quest......
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