Friday Forum: Celine Visits New Zealand

 

For our latest Friday Forum, Celine presented her trip to New Zealand. Celine shared this poem by James K. Baxter with our team along with her favourite photography from the trip. New Zealand by James K. Baxter “These unshaped islands, on the sawyer’s bench, Wait for the chisel of the mind, Green canyons to the south, immense and passive, Penetrated rarely, seeded only By the deer-culler’s shot, or else in the north Tribes of the shark and the octopus, Mangroves, black hair on a boxer’s hand. The founding fathers with their guns and bibles, Botanist, whaler, added bones and names To the land, to us a bridle As if the id were a horse: the swampy towns Like dreamers that struggle to wake,  Longing for the poets’ truth And the lover’s pride. Something new and old Explores its own pain, hearing The rain’s choir on curtains of grey moss Or fingers of the Tasman pressing On breasts of hardening sand, as actors Find their own solitude in mirrors, As one who has buried his dead, Able at last to give with an open hand.”


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