Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG OF CRADLE-MAKING, by CONSTANCE LINDSAY SKINNER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Thou hast stirred! Last Line: Through thy father's doorway! Subject(s): Cradles; Pregnancy | ||||||||
THOU hast stirred! When I lifted thy little cradle, The little cradle I am making for thee, I felt thee! The face of the beach smiled, I heard the pine-trees singing: In the White Sea the Dawn-Eagle dipped his wing. O, never have I seen so much light through thy father's doorway! (Wast thou pleased with thy little cradle?) Last night I said: "When the child comes If it is a Son I will trim his cradle with shells: And proudly I will bear him in his rich cradle Past the doors of barren women; And all shall see my Little Chief in his rich cradle!" That was last night; Last night thou hadst not stirred! O I know not if thou be a son Strong Chief, Great Fisher, Law-of Woman, As thy father is; Or only Sorrow-Woman, Patient Serving Hands, Like thy mother. I only know I love thee, Thou Little One under my heart! For thou didst move; and every part of me trembled. I will trim thy cradle with many shells, and with cedar-fringes; Thou shalt have goose-feathers on thy blanket! I will bear thee in my hands along the beach, Singing as the sea sings, Because the little mouths of sand are ever at her breast. O Mother-face of the Sea, how thou dost smile And I have wondered at thy smiling! Aiihi! Thy Little feet I felt them press me! Lightly, so lightly I hear them coming: Like little brown leaves running over the earth Little leaves, wind-hastened on the sudden autumn trails! Earth loves the little running feet of leaves. (Thy little brown feet!) O K'antsamiq'ala Soé, Our Praised One, Let there be no more barren women! May thou bring no tears, my child When I bear thee, in thy rich cradle, By the chanting sea-paths where the women labor. Thou hast stirred! Oh! haste, haste, little feet Little brown feet lightly running Down the trail of the hundred days! The wind is white with rocking bird-cradles; Day is in the eyes of the Sea. Ah! never have I seen so much light Through thy father's doorway! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NINE MONTHS MAKING by LISEL MUELLER A SUNDAY DRIVE THROUGH EAGLE COUNTRY by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR CONCEPTION FRAGMENT by JULIE CARR SONG FOR BABY-O, UNBORN by DIANE DI PRIMA TO BE BORN AGAIN by ANSELM HOLLO MOTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON KAN-IL-LAK THE SINGER by CONSTANCE LINDSAY SKINNER |
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