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Thursday, September 2, 2010

EDITED POEM NO. THREE

EDITED POEM NO. THREE

Wolfgang B. Sperlich


MIGRANT SINGS THE SONG OF MANUHIRI
I'M SITTIN’ IN THE RAIN
I'M TALKING TO TANE AND THE TREES
I’M GROWING ROOTS
I’M TURNIN' GREEN
I’M THE BIRD WITHOUT WINGS
SNOW IS FALLING
HEAVY CLOUDS BURST INTO TEARS
I'VE LOST MY HORIZON

I'M SINKING IN THE MUD
I'M LEANING AGAINST THE WIND
I'M BLOWIN' KISSES
I’M TURNIN’ BLUE
I'M THE MAN WHO FORGOT THE PLACE HE’S COMING FROM
I'M THE MARXIST MESSAGE IN THE BOTTLE
S.O.S.
FLOATING DOWN THE RIVER
INTO THE SEA
TALKING TO TANGAROA
ONE DAY YOU WLL FIND ME
WASHED UP ON A DISTANT SHORE CLOSE TO PAPATUANUKU

ONLY THEN IT SEEMS
WILL YOU UNDERSTAND
THE SONG

… this poem first appeared in the Huntly College Mag ‘89



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