10 January 2010

High Country Weather by James K. Baxter

I've taken a liking to this poem. A friend introduced me to New Zealand's beloved poet James K. Baxter several months ago, and I recognized Baxter's name when I stumbled upon this poem today:

alone we are born
and die alone
yet see the red-gold cirrus
over snow-mountain shine

upon the upland road
ride easy stranger
surrender to the sky
your heart of anger

So beautiful . . .


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