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Bernadette Hall


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THE PERSISTENT LEVITATOR


There are too many words
like in a Russian novel

& easy to lose
the first ecstatic jolt

I trace with my finger
the fireline of the volcano

I am undermined by your sweetness

*

The women are rising up
& down the coast from Kaikoura

spinning
               like turnips
                                 out over the sea
The sun glints
off the steel caps of their boots

They are happy

*

Needing a word
for the little jumps
on the surface of things

(that certain
blurring of the edges
like the sea’s turning-back
or the gulls hitched up on elastic)

I’m still hanging around
My sleeves ripple like flags


from The Persistent Levitator, Wellington: Victoria UP, 1994
Bernadette Hall
 


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