Un Temps Plus Tot. (Translation) . Poem by Michael Walker

Un Temps Plus Tot. (Translation) .

En m'approchant de la Terre du Nord
Je concentrais sur sa beaute
Je me sentais qu'on me rappelait.

J'entendis les mots au vent
qui s'ecriaient: Venez Chez Vous...
un mouvement de l'arbre Pohutukawa
me fit signe de bienvenu...

Des vues a vous couper le souffle
des montagnes pas habites
deux oceans s'entrecoulent
des rives sableuses et de l'air sele.

Je me demandai
etais-je entre
dans une region sauvage hors du temps...
je partis en me sentant
que j'ai ete ici auparavant.

-' Earlier Time'. Kevin J. McIvor (Auckland) . From 'All Together Now', November 2000, p.60. Edited by Tony Chad.

Friday, September 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: november,oceans,travel
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The poem celebrates Northland, in New Zealand, which tends to be a different world, very scenic, and at Cape Reinga the Pacific Ocean flows into the Tasman Sea-an impressive sight indeed. Maori believe that this cape is where departed spirits-people who have recently died- leave from on the journey back to Hawaiki, their ancestral home somewhere in the Pacific. The pohutukawa tree has red flowers before and after Christmas; it mainly grows on shore-lines.
I made just a few trips to North Auckland and I was similarly impressed. I drove beside the Ninety Mile Beach and on to Cape Reinga, North Cape and Cape Maria van Diemen. I had a really good tour of the Marsden Point Oil Refinery as well.
'Earlier Time' stands out in its anthology: it makes you think that 'I've Been This Way Before', Neil Diamond's song.
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