Rain
I can hear you
making small holes
in the silence
rain
If I were deaf
the pores of my skin
would open to you
and shut
And I
should know you
by the lick of you
if I were blind
the something
special smell of you
when the sun cakes
the ground
the steady
drum-roll sound
you make
when the wind drops
But if I
should not hear
smell or feel or see
you
you would still
define me
disperse me
wash over me
rain
Hone Tuwhare 1922-2008
The words fall like the pure, refreshing sound of raindrops, a delight on the senses. Thanks for posting this one jerry. j xx
Yes, rest his soul. Hone was a great person as well as poet - we didn't hit off too well when we met in 1963; I thought he was too rough & out there, he thought I was an upstart and said so. But I loved the way he read his verse. Thanks for keeping the memory alive Jerry, Rgds, Ivan
Beautifully articulate with exquisite simplicity. Now that's the gift of a true poet. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey this is Hone Tuwhare's poem. When I opened it I thought maybe Jerry Hughes had penned a response to the original poem and I thought, ooh that'll be an interesting read. Can you make it a bit clearer that perhaps Jerry Hughes posted it and has not written it himself? Taking sun from the master is not cool.