Friday, November 21, 2008
Lament
Lament
Son, my son!
I will go up to the mountain
and there I shall light a fire
to the feet of my son's spirit,
and there I will lament him;
saying,
Oh, my son,
What is my life to me,
now that you are departed?
Son, my son,
in the deep earth
we softly laid thee in a Chief's robe,
in a warrior's gear.
Surely there
in the spirit land
thy deeds attend thee!
Surely,
the corn comes to the ear again!
But I, here,
I am the stalk that the seed-gatherers
descrying empty, afar, left standing.
Son, my son,
what is my life to me,
now that you are departed?
Lament of a Man for his Son
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