Pocahontas Poem

"...and in my arms you slept, a foolish child,
and under my protecting gaze you placed,
chattering nonsense about a God

you had not wit to name. " -Paula Gunn Allen

I think I liked this poem the best because it shows the world from Pocahontas' point of view.  It shows her frustration.  Here she loves this guy, but he has no ideas about her people.  She saves him again and again, spends her life protecting him.  She feels trapped by it but can't help it at the same time.  And she's frustrated.  Who wouldn't be?  She's living his life to continue protecting him but he just keeps trying to change her and tell her things that don't make sense.  Here she's thinking they didn't even name their god, how stupid.  He is foolish, but believes her to be the unknowing one.  I really can't imagine living like that.  Especially because at the end of the poem, she feels as though her life was wasted; she lived only so that he could benefit.  How sad.