To the Horizon : 10 Settings of New Zealand poems

by Christopher Marshall (b. 1956)

1. Horizon 1

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2. Walking on my feet

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3. Not by wind ravaged

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4. Wild honey

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5. The magpies

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6. To a friend

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7. Song at summer's end

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8. Elegy in a city railyard

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9. To L. H. B. (1894–1915)  [sung text not yet checked]

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Last night for the first time since you were dead
I walked with you, my brother, in a dream.
We were at home again beside the stream
Fringed with tall berry bushes, white and red.
“Don't touch them : they are poisonous,” I said.
But your hand hovered, and I saw a beam
Of strange, bright laughter flying round your head
And as you stooped I saw the berries gleam.
“Don't you remember ? We called them Dead Man's Bread !”
I woke and heard the wind moan and the roar
Of the dark water tumbling on the shore.
Where-where is the path of my dream for my eager feet ?
By the remembered stream my brother stands
Waiting for me with berries in his hands …
“These are my body. Sister, take and eat.”

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10. Horizon 2

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Total word count: 132