#NewZealandWriters #Women
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;
In the middle of our porridge plat… There was a blue butterfly painted And each morning we tried who shou… butterfly first. Then the Grandmother said: “Do n…
Into the world you sent her, mothe… Fashioned her body of coral and fo… Combed a wave in her hair’s warm s… And drove her away from home In the dark of the night she crept…
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…
Outside the sky is light with star… There’s a hollow roaring from the… And, alas! for the little almond f… The wind is shaking the almond tre… How little I thought, a year ago,
After all the rain, the sun Shines on hill and grassy mead; Fly into the garden, child, You are very glad indeed. For the days have been so dull,
That deaf old man With his hand to his ear— His hand to hi head stood out like… Horny and hollow. He said, “I ca… He muttered, “Don’t shout,
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…
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…
Cabbage tree, cabbage tree, what i… Why are you shaking so? Why do y… Because it is just a white baby yo… And it’s the black ones you like,… Cabbage tree, cabbage tree, you’re…
A Gulf of silence separates us fr… I stand at one side of the gulf, y… I cannot see you or hear you, yet… Often I call you by your childish… And pretend that the echo to my cr…
By my bed, on a little round table The Grandmother placed a candle. She gave me three kisses telling m… dreams And tucked me in just where I lov…
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
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…
In the wide bed Under the freen embroidered quilt With flowers and leaves always in… She is like a wounded bird resting… The hunter threw his dart