The Unhistoric Story, verse 3
October 16, 2018
By AHNZ
“The roving tentacles rested, touched, clutched
Substantial earth, that is, accustomed haven
For the hungry whaler. Some inland, some hutched
Rudely in bays, the shaggy foreshore shaven,
Lusted, preached as they knew
But as the children grew
It was something different, something
Nobody counted on.”
– The Unhistoric Story’, verse 3. Brilliant poem by Allen Curnow
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BW image found on envirohistorynz.com
Kapiti Beach, from Air New Zealand page
– The Unhistoric Story’, verse 3. Brilliant poem by Allen Curnow
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Verse 2
Verse 4
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