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New Zealand Tour #13

Posted: 10 July 2013

Dramatic landscapes
Unexplored lonely mountains.
Hobbits’ Middle Earth.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 10 July 2013

I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand – Did one but know!

I Wish I Could Remember
Christina Rossetti 1830 - 1894

New Zealand Tour Haiku #12

Posted: 8 July 2013

Maori Warrior
Carved in stone but sings along.
Folk club regular!

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 8 July 2013

We are no other than a moving row
Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go
Round with the Sun-illumin'd Lantern held
In Midnight by the Master of the Show;

But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays
Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days;
Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.

The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Here or There as strikes the Player goes;
And He that toss'd you down into the Field,
He knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows!

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die,
Lift not your hands to It for help--for It
As impotently moves as you or I.

With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead,
And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
And the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.

YESTERDAY This Day's Madness did prepare;
TO-MORROW's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
Drink! for you not know whence you came, nor why:
Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.

from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Edward Fitzgerald 1809 – 1883

New Zealand Tour Haiku #11

Posted: 7 July 2013

New Zealand Winter
Christmas Dinner in July.
Comfort for ex-pats.

Bill Adair

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