Friday, 11 November 2011

A poem by Bill Manhire



The Voyage

All night the water laps
the hedges. I hold you in the middle
of the air
Don't sleep
all night. It is pitch
black, but since
there is a vista, let
your throat be the
the lantern.
Since there is
a window, let us
open it.
Let us dress
for a voyage. Let me
go out, with
your voice, to call for you.

Bill Manhire, NZ poet

 

10 comments:

  1. A wonderful poem Marja. I love Bill manhire.

    Take care as it is 11.11.11.

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  2. Beautiful! Please relay to him I love his poem!

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  3. This is a wonderful poem, Marja. I have not heard of the poet, but I am so pleased to know of him now.

    Hope you are well,

    Kat

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  4. This is really a treasure!Wonderful and so sensitive!
    Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem!
    Léia - Bonjour Luxembourg

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  5. ♡°
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    Flores maravilhosas.
    Bom fim de semana!
    Beijinhos.
    Brasil
    ♥♡

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  6. What beautiful words and the images of these flowers is wonderful.

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  7. Hi Marja,

    what a beautiful poem and your pictures there Completely make a beautiful whole. Stunning pictures

    Greetings, Helma

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  8. Wonderful poem,Marja!I love your photos for this beautiful flower!Enjoy your spring/summer there.Here is everything grey,brown and dark in the garden.I miss the light colours.

    Groetjes,Steffi

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