The moonstone dropped into the water,
Into the waters of the river,
And my fingers couldn't reach it,
Woe is me!
The moonstone has fallen.
Sitting on a rock on the riverbank
I wept and I lamented.
Oh, softly shinning stone,
Glimmering at the bottom of the water.
The hunter passed that way
With his bow and arrows.
"Why are you crying, my lovely one?"
"I'm crying because my moonstone
Lies at the bottom of the water."
"If it is but that, my lovely,
I will help you."
But the hunter dived and was drowned.
Tituba’s song…
ReplyDeleteI feel this poem explains the emotions that Tituba feels when her baby's death passes through her canal. Despite her love for john Indian she continues on with her side voyage of passage; this poem also tells the ordeal of her traumatic journey throughout this side passage before and beyond.
Beverly
Great thoughts Beverly and yes, the lamentation has a lyrical feeling -- "Tituba's song."
DeleteJM