A biography for Frances Densmorehasn’t been written yet.
“Song after Battle:As the young men went by I was looking for him. It surprises me anew That he has gone. It is something To which I cannot be reconciled.Owls hoot at me. Owls hoot at me. That is what I hear In my life. Wolves howl at me. Wolves howl at me. That is what I hear In my life. -American Indian Songs”
“Dream Song:As my eyes Search the prairie, I feel the summer in the spring. Whenever I pause The noise Of the village.”
“Dream Song:In the heavens A noise, Like the rustling of the trees.”
“Dream Song:The heavens Go with me.”