James K Baxter


James K Baxter Poems

1. The Infant Of Biafra 2/8/2009

Comments about James K Baxter

  • Michael Walker Michael Walker (11/4/2018 3:17:00 PM)

    As an afterthought. Are people from new Zealand networking and voting regardless for Baxter for
    some unknown reason? This happens frequently on websites, a system which does not favour poets who have few friends or connections to vote for them.

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  • Michael Walker Michael Walker (11/4/2018 3:10:00 PM)

    How can James K. Baxter be the most popular poet when he has only one poem on the website? It does not make sense at all, when some members have written thousands of poems. Why can't they replace Baxter at the top of the list? Or why not someone from your top 500 poets, like Ezra Pound, T, S. Eliot or Rita Dove? They have more poems posted than Baxter. I do not deny that Baxter is a leading New Zealand poet.

  • John Muk Muk Burke (10/27/2018 3:55:00 AM)

    It is sad that this site has almost nothing by James K Baxter. I lived in Aotearoa/New Zealand and he was very famous back then. I left and returned to Australia in 1978 and I'm saddened that his memory seems not to have been honoured. I hope I am wrong and this site is an anomaly.

  • Les Brighton Les Brighton (7/26/2016 12:16:00 AM)

    Agree: one of the most accomplished and prolific NZ poets of the 20th century. 'Poem in the Matukituki Valley' should at least be here... along with 30 others to give some idea of the depth and scope of his work.

  • Wayne Sloane (1/26/2014 3:50:00 PM)

    Incredible that there is only one James K Baxter poem? ? ? ?

Best Poem of James K Baxter

The Infant Of Biafra

The deathsheads of Biafra
Are haunting Bellamys
Where scotch and soda trickle down
The necks of old MPs
And some men talk of justice
But most the credit Squeeze.

The corpses of Biafra
Stand at the mirror when
Our daughters use some hair spray
And paint their lids again
And wear a thirty dollar dress
To catch the eyes of men.

The small skulls of Biafra
Look in the window while
Our children munch their biscuits
And drink their milk and smile
To see the talking animals
Above the TV dial.

The thin ghosts of Biafra
Watch while ...

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