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From ‘Imago’ (1997)
—Peter Bradburn

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February 11, 2025 at 8:20 PM
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From ‘Shaman Of Visions’
—Albert Wendt

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February 3, 2025 at 11:05 PM
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“Stop—all is still—begin again…”
—Frances Samuel

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December 18, 2024 at 9:59 PM
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From ‘Realia’ (2001)
—Kate Camp

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Heart Week I gave you up for Heart Week: it was that or start to exercise and I was tired so tired.
August 5, 2025 at 12:52 PM
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From ‘Short Poems of New Zealand’
—John O’Connor

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early spring— buttoning unbuttoning my jacket John O’Connor
January 29, 2025 at 10:06 AM
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From ‘More Of Us’ (2019)
—Allie Marie

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October 24, 2025 at 8:02 PM
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From ‘A Leaf In The Wind’ (2000)
—Beatrice J. Hoffmann

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Reflection A dead bird may serve To rest a bird.
February 11, 2025 at 9:22 PM
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My World War I Poem Inside each trench, the sound of prayer. Inside each prayer, the sound of digging. Bill Manhire
December 19, 2024 at 11:09 AM
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From ‘Short Poems of New Zealand’
—James Brown

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Opening There is too much Poetry in the world And yet Here you are.
January 9, 2025 at 11:53 PM
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“My love for you isn’t minimal…”
—Hone Tuwhare (Ngāpuhi)

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Haiku But, I protest My love for you Isn’t minimal: It is animal
February 15, 2025 at 1:39 AM
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From ‘Poetry for Public Consumption’
—Pam Goddard

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Hope The pink cloud of tomorrow’s dreams Hangs like a Mushroom head Over the sun Struggling to its knees.
January 8, 2025 at 12:13 AM
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From ‘Skyhook’ (1971)
—Lindsay Smith

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Better to be a small gleaming turd Than a full blown shithouse
February 6, 2025 at 9:40 PM
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From ‘Stepping Off From Northland’ (1997)
—Bernard Gadd

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We’re shaping Lines Together Persistent As cuneiform clay
November 5, 2025 at 11:22 PM
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From ‘Come Rain Hail’ (1970)
—Hone Tuwhare (Ngāpuhi)

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Stop You snivelling Creek-bed: Come rain hail And flood-water Laugh again
July 20, 2025 at 12:45 AM
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From ‘Stepping Off From Northland’ (1997)
—Bernard Gadd

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Slow autumn evening Mountains misting Away
November 3, 2025 at 10:36 PM
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red tulips
drooping in the park:
remarkable

—Lynley Edmeades

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The Order of Things Red tulips drooping in the park. Remarkable how quickly things change: It’s tomorrow. It’s today.
December 25, 2024 at 9:47 AM
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“Quicker than rain…”
—Hone Tuwhare (Ngāpuhi)

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Reign Again Neither juggernaut man not crawling thing can bring a mountain weeping to its knees quicker than rain that demure leveller ocean-blessed cloud-sent maker of plains.
January 29, 2025 at 11:24 PM
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From ‘Borrow Pit’ (1971)
—D.S. Long

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The Geese The geese turn low Hurry before stars Breathing the air of each other To conserve the universe
March 11, 2025 at 7:26 PM
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“Fill it with the wing beats of small birds…”
—Stephanie de Montalk

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The Hour is empty. Should I fill it with the wing beats of small birds? Stephanie de Montalk
December 23, 2024 at 11:07 PM
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From ‘Collected Poems’ (1981)
—Alistair Te Ariki Campbell

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Haiku Listlessly on a bare bough A cicada scrapes with his bow A few dry notes.
September 2, 2025 at 11:14 PM
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“I am storing stones for the winter…”
—D.S. Long (1971)

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Morning Light withering the trees My own sounds Recoilless I am storing stones for the winter
March 9, 2025 at 10:57 PM
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“When we touch, forests enter our bodies…”
—Bill Manhire 🖤 @pacificraft.bsky.social

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Poem When we touch, forests enter our bodies. The dark wind shakes the branch. The dark branch shakes the wind.
December 22, 2024 at 6:28 PM
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“Like a scroll out of the sky…”
—Janet Frame

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The Chickadee The chickadee drops like a scroll out of the sky, Alights on my hand. I feed him sunflower seeds. The inky brush marks on his head are scarcely dry.
January 13, 2025 at 12:04 AM
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From ‘Sheet Music: Poems 1967-1982’
—Bill Manhire

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It’s Nearly Summer A rubber duck is paddling up the sky. The world is a constant amazement, Always on the move. It is nearly summer. It is nearly autumn.
August 25, 2025 at 12:57 AM
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From ‘Stepping Off From Northland’ (1997)
—Bernard Gadd

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Cloth falls . . . Your body s o a r s f r e e Far above This flesh
November 3, 2025 at 10:59 PM