Explore "Oklahoma" by Ernest Hemingway on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
All of the Indians are dead / (a good Indian is a dead Indian) / Or riding in motor cars- / (the oil lands, you know, they're all rich)
Smoke smarts my eyes, / Cottonwood twigs and buffalo dung / Smoke grey in the teepee- / (or is it myopic trachoma)
The prairies are long, / The moon rises, / Ponies / Drag at their pickets. / The grass has gone brown in the summer- / (or is it the hay crop failing)
Pull an arrow out: / If you break it / The wound closes. / Salt is good too / And wood ashes. / Pounding it throbs in the night- / (or is it the gonorrhea)