“It is cold outside, you will need… What! this old Arabian shawl! Bind it about your head and throat… These steps... it is dark... my ha… might fall.”
Hinemoa, Tui, Maina, All of them were born together; They are quite an extra special Set of babies—wax and leather. Every day they took an airing;
Come, let us all sing very high And all sing very loud And keep on singing in the street Until there’s quite a crowd; And keep on singing in the house
I Blow across the stagnant world, I blow across the sea, For me, the sailor’s flag unfurled… For me, the uprooted tree. My challenge to the world is hurle…
There was a child once. He came to play in my garden; He was quite pale and silent. Only when he smiled I knew everyt… I knew what he had in his pockets,
But, ah! before he came You were only a name: Four little rooms and a cupboard Without a bone, And I was alone!
Now this is the story of Olaf Who ages and ages ago Lived right on the top of a mounta… A mountain all covered with snow. And he was quite pretty and tiny
In the very early morning Long before Dawn time I lay down in the paddock And listened to the cold song of t… Between my fingers the green blade…
Baby Babbles—only one, Now to sit up has begun. Little Babbles quite turned two Walks as well as I and you. And Miss Babbles one, two, three,
Playing in the fire and twilight t… My little son and I, Suddenly—woefully—I stoop to catc… “Try, mother, try!” Old Nurse Silence lifts a silent…
I wish I had not got a cold, The wind is big and wild, I wish that I was very old, Not just a little child. Somehow the day is very long
Shadow children, thin and small, Now the day is left behind, You are dancing on the wall, On the curtains, on the blind. On the ceiling, children, too,
Last night for the first time sinc… I walked with you, my brother, in… We were at home again beside the s… Fringed with tall berry bushes, wh… “Don’t touch them: they are poison…
Now I am a plant, a weed, Bending and swinging On a rocky ledge; And now I am a long brown grass Fluttering like flame;
Rain and wind, and wind and rain. Will the Summer come again? Rain on houses, on the street, Wetting all the people’s feet, Though they run with might and mai…