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Alistair Paterson (ONZM) is one of New Zealand’s leading poets, editors and literary thinkers....
In the yellow street lights of youth
I knew you though we hadn’t met.
You were there where I couldn’t see you
half-hidden behind those sudden rains
that leap across footpaths
& roadways, stream down the steep
hills & narrow gullies of childhood.
My bones said it, myth & memory
confirmed it through a stumbling maze
of false starts & clumsy wanderings
& now when your voice comes to me
unexpectedly at noon
or out of the last hour before dawn
the words I hear are your words
the face I see is your face
& it seems as though each
& every morning the world
makes a new beginning
that somewhere between myth
& history, illusion & subterfuge
there’s truth & meaning.
‘a capella’ from Summer in the Cote D’Azur (HeadworX, 2003), © Alistair Paterson 2003, used by permission of the author. Recording from the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive 2004.
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