When the Sun Shines More Years Than Fear


This Friday’s poem is by Janet Frame and comes from An Anthology of Twentieth Century New Zealand Poetry,  selected by Vincent O’Sullivan, published by Oxford University Press, 1976.

When the Sun Shines More Years Than Fear


When the sun shines more years than fear

when birds fly more miles than anger

when sky holds more bird

sails more cloud

shines more sun

than the palm of love carries hate,

event hen shall I in this weary

seventy-year banquet say, Sunwaiter,

Birdwaiter, Skywaiter,

I have no hunger,

remove my plate.


  – Janet Frame –





This Friday’s poem is Rain by Hone Tuwhare, chosen because we’ve had some but need some more.


It’s from An Anthology of Twentieth Century New Zealand Poetry, published by Oxford, University Press, 1976.




I can hear you making

small holes in the silence



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 steady drum-roll

sound you make

when the wind drops


the something

special smell of you

when the sun cakes

the ground


But if I should not


smell of feel or see you


you would still

define me

disperse me

wash over me



– Hone Tuwhare –  

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