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 Capital of  the minimal
R o b   A l l a n

from Karitane Postcards


Part of the song on the edge of singing
where one note stops
thatís not silence but part of the song
the waves surrounding Huriawa
all the ways     out to sea and inland
a clear view up the Pigroot
Silver Peaks     and the familiar smells
of sea and land and inlet
the sound the body makes pushing through old pathways
movement and breath want to sing
going further into landscape
till the feelings belong
living the life given     the pleasure of plants growing
the daily service to others
what children bring to family and tribe
more proof ofÖI forget what it was
- part of the song     antithesis of each desire
the centre not final     no time past or coming
and the power here-in resides     in places newly spoken. 

[Karitane Postcards, Hazard Press, 1991]

©  Rob Allan 2004


Last updated 11 July, 2004