Thursday, July 7, 2011

Nocturne - Hone Tuwhare

- Hone Tuwhare

And if the earth should tremble
to the sea’s unfathomed rage
it is because the sun has fled
uncapping the stone nipples
of the land.

The moon has torn
from the pulsing arm of the sea
a tawdry bracelet … and I
alone am left
with the abandoned earth
and the night-sea sobbing.

My heart shall limping come
to police the night
so that no surly light
shall flare
nor sad spring blood forth
despondent moon
to limn the swollen night
in anguish.

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