Hone Tuwhare 1922 – 2008

Hone Tuwhare is gone. Of his poems, Friend is my favourite.

An extract:

in this grim time
of dark unrest I press your hand
if only for reassurance that all
our jewelled fantasies were real
and wore splendid garb.

Perhaps the tree
will strike fresh roots again:
give soothing shade to a hurt
and troubled world.


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