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To Charles Brasch
Preface
Part One
Part Two
Source: Oliver, W. H., Fire Without Phoenix: Poems 1946-1954. Christchurch: Caxton Press, 1957
Electronic source: Fire Without Phoenix: a TEI-conformant transcription
All poems © W. H. Oliver
Island
Twilight is memoried. A current of cold air
Runs from an offshore island over a green
And nervous stretch of water. Within the stream
Of memories that slip towards these bare
Deserted sandhills there are voices, clear
And ringing over the sea's long curving line;
Voices and murmurs echoing a dream
The world had once, of innocence. Despair
Inherited the dream. Against a yellow sky
The island, rimmed with fire, stands from the sea,
A black uplifted place where embers turn
To tongues and lips of flame and endlessly
Re-echo fire and fortune to this high
Waste shore where dry bones wait to burn.