#NewZealandWriters #Women
Grant me the moment, the lovely mo… That I may lean forth to see The other buds, the other blooms, The other leaves on the tree: That I may take into my bosom
Now it is Loneliness who comes at… Instead of Sleep, to sit beside m… Like a tired child I lie and wait… I watch her softly blowing out the… Motionless sitting, neither left o…
After all the rain, the sun Shines on hill and grassy mead; Fly into the garden, child, You are very glad indeed. For the days have been so dull,
And again the flowers are come, And the light shakes, And no tiny voice is dumb, And a bud breaks On the humble bush and the proud r…
In the profoundest ocean There is a rainbow shell, It is always there, shining most s… Under the greatest storm waves That the old Greek called “ripple…
Most merciful God Look kindly upon An impudent child Who wants sitting on. This evening late
valley of waving broom, O lovely, lovely light, O hear of the world, red-gold! Breast high in the blossom I stan… It beats about me like waves
Now I am a plant, a weed, Bending and swinging On a rocky ledge; And now I am a long brown grass Fluttering like flame;
Love! Love! Your tenderness, Your beautiful, watchful ways Grasp me, fold me, cover me; I lie in a kind of daze, Neither asleep nor yet awake,
There was a man lived quite near u… He had a wooden leg and a goldfinc… His name was Farkey Anderson, And he’d been in a war to get his… We were very sad about him,
Now’s the time when children’s nos… All become as red as roses And the colour of their faces Makes me think of orchard places Where the juicy apples grow,
In the very early morning Long before Dawn time I lay down in the paddock And listened to the cold song of t… Between my fingers the green blade…
The gulls are mad-in-love with the… And the river unveils her face and… In her sleep-brooding eyes they mi… She lies on silver pillows: the su… He warms and warms her, he kisses…
Sleeping together... how tired you… How warm our room... how the firel… On walls and ceiling and great whi… We spoke in whispers as children d… And now it was I—and then it was…
These be two Countrywomen. What a size! Grand big arms And round red faces;