Farewell to Harvey McQueen

by SK

I feel very lucky to have met Harvey at the book launch of his lovely dedication to New Zealand Poetry, These I have Loved. Here is The Last Post of his thoughtful, thought-provoking and warm-hearted blog.

Haere Ra

Farewell to Hiruharama –
The green hills and the river fog
Cradling the convent and the Maori houses –

The peach tree at my door is broken, sister,
It carried too much fruit,
It hangs now by a bent strip of bark –

But better that way than the grey moss
Cloaking the branch like an old man’s beard;
We are broken by the Love of Many

And then we are at peace
Like the fog, like the river, like the roofless house
That lets the sun stream in because it cannot help it.