Song - Hone Tuwhare

Song
- Hone Tuwhare

Gay wind
impudent lover of trees
why do you sing grey lamentations
to a sallow sky?

The headlands await your coming
and the mute crags lend a pensive
ear to the listless drag of the
sea’s feet.

Tree
your muscles leap and tense
but will not free the wind
held captive in your branches.

Gay wind
why do you sing grey lamentations
to a sallow sky?


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