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John Puhiatau Pule


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Do not step into the altrical room behind
the shining voice of the Tui in the Puriri,
on this side of my head you can see the forgotten
horizon where I developed my young sperm,
 
where I exchanged the barren bicycle for the uprooted
rimu. The restless god watching the years.
I who desire to touch your head
to understand why blood is in my dreams, 

where saliva moistens flowers that grow on your hands,
frightening the animals feeling a strange burnt land,
tired of looking for someone now I'm returning
 
to the violent earth. I now know that we have
betrayed another, where the sun sets and traps hiapo
uniting angels of the soil and the sky.

 

 

From 100 Love Poems (Earl of Seacliff, 2005)

John Pule
 


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Last updated 25 September, 2005