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‘Reality is where things happen’. So Michael Jackson writes in one of his poems, quoting William...
Put away embroidering frame and turn
from the empty terrace, for he has come home.
Mastering embrace of salt-caked leather,
wooden lips and speechlessness attend
You now, and now as weather worsens
distant over those long familiar straits
Cautions of the lover navigate within
wind-loosened rooms and drift you down
To deeps where wrecks unthought of lie
lodged in the corals like amphorae;
How many years then vanish, swamped
and spun away in that one night's storm?
Can you begin to live in the absence
of his absence and welcome him each dawn
As out of the narrowing harbour he walks
to an altered house? Plant hyacinth
And rose along the path, the terrace with
valley thyme, for he is come home.
'The Return' from Latitudes of Exile (McIndoe, 1976), © Michael Jackson 1976, used by permission of the author. Recording from the Waiata New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive 1974.
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