
one of his best known poems is this one:
Rain
I can hear you
making small holes
in the silence
rain
If I were deaf
the pores of my skin
would open to you
and shut
And I
should know you
by the lick of you
if I were blind
the something
special smell of you
when the sun cakes
the ground
the steady
drum-roll sound
you make
when the wind drops
But if I
should not hear
smell or feel or see
you
you would still
define me
disperse me
wash over me
rain
[image from www.honetuwhare.co.nz]
1 comment:
yes, he was definitely one of our literary giants, in an unassuming sort of way... some of his lesser known poems are a delight - like the one about keeping a penguin in the fridge. can't remember what it's called, but will try and remember to get back to you if i can find it...
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