A. M. Klein

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A. M. Klein in the mid-1940s

Abraham Moses "A. M." Klein (14 February 190920 August 1972) was a Canadian poet, journalist, novelist, short story writer and lawyer.


  • And my tears, too, have stained this heirloomed ground,
    When reading in these treatises some weird
    Miracle, I turned a leaf and found
    A white hair fallen from my father's beard.
    • Heirloom (1982).

Indian Reservation: Caughnawaga (1983)

  • Where are the braves, the faces like autumn fruit,
    who stared at the child from the coloured frontispiece?
  • This is a grassy ghetto, and no home.
  • For the tourist's
    brown pennies scattered at the old church door,
    the ragged papooses jump, and bite the dust.
  • The animals pale, the shine of the fur is lost,
    bleached are their living bones.
    About them watch
    as through a mist, the pious prosperous ghosts.
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