Bulletin A L'aube.(Translation) . Poem by Michael Walker

Bulletin A L'aube.(Translation) .

Cette nuit, comme je porte une couronne d'epines
Je parle a travers les ondes
Dans les chambres a coucher, des magasins et des appartements; un homme qui appelle pleure
Le miracle de la lumiere tandis que des vagues

S'ecrasent contre la terre assombrie de Wellington.
Maintenant que les dormeurs sont sur le point de se lever je sens
Et peut-etre un auditeur glousse a une autre bande
Du reve que je voudrais voler.

'Dawn Report'.Mark Pirie.'Valley Micropress', Vol.18, Issue 8, p.6. Edited by Tony Chad, Wellington, New Zealand.

Bulletin A L'aube.(Translation) .
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Mark was a DJ on Radio Active, Wellington, in the early 1990s. In 'Dawn Report', he is speaking on air as a talkback host to people in Wellington at dawn. One caller regrets the arrival of dawn, the waves break on the shore, while a listener chuckles on another station 'with the dream I'd like to steal'. I think that Mark Pirie used his position as a radio announcer to very good effect in his 'Dawn Report'. Personally, I have often felt like the caller who does not want the dawn, and prefers darkness to continue. This caller is so right.
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