New Sea Land by Bill Direen -- Read -- Imperial Library of Trantor

Index

Go! alone Copperkelp shade for the fat sand-hoppers A family shifted Smoking holiday adolescents Music there was Dunedin’s northern opposite, Muriwai Listening for the tide to turn Wrestling bodies and lips Our ashen ancestors What do we revive? After trekking A hawk glides easily Here, inland, Taihape Wind sweeps at a bonfire Schist quarried and laid by convicts Droughtpucked in a creekbed Above the shade-making magnet What is predictable? Then one hand takes another Evening, a cowling blue Ocean becomes air, tide claims land The after-day sky is a sagging mattress. Go first where all is perfect complement Sea Land Come to our table Acknowledgements

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