In the
poem, the speaker is deeply grieved at her sons' indifference to her. The whole poem centers on
a mother's appeal for reconciliation and connection with her sons before she dies.
But my sons, forgetful of me,
are like fruit
borne by birds.I see the sons of other women
returning.
What is in their minds?
In her mind, the speaker cannot
fathom the thoughtless apathy of her sons, so contrary to the filial loyalty shown by other
women's sons. She uses ato describe her sons' estrangement from her; perhaps they are like
'fruit borne by birds.' Birds digest the fruit they eat, but the seeds in their fecal matter
often land in another area. The speaker laments that her sons have allowed themselves to set
down roots far away from her.
Already I sway like a dry
falling leafI see with my hands-
oh tell Polin and Manuai
to hurryand come to my death feast.
The use of
enjambment in the lines above lends an immediacy to the speaker's appeal. She is
desperate to see her sons and entreats them to attend her 'death feast.' The feast reference is
an interesting one; the poet's Pacific Islander roots may account for this singular mention.
Papua New Guinea (where the poet was originally from) is part of the Pacific Islands, where
different customs are observed for the Festival of the Dead. Read a description of one such href="https://australianmuseum.net.au/about/history/exhibitions/death-the-last-taboo/burial-malagan-ceremony-new-ireland/">
festival in northern New Ireland, Papua New Guinea.
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