Just downstream from Dylan Thomas, James k Baxter.
snippets:
Prayer of priest or nun I cannot use,
The songs of His house He has taken away from me;
As blind men meet and touch each other's faces
So He is kind to my infirmity;
As the cross is lifted and the day goes dark
Rule over myself He has taken away from me.
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A Pair of Sandals
A pair of sandals, old black pants
And leather coat — I must go, my friends,
Into the dark, the cold, the first beginning
Where the ribs of the ancestor are the rafters
Of a meeting house — windows broken
And the floor white with bird dung — in there
The ghosts gather who will instruct me
And when the river fog rises
Te ra rite tonu te Atua —
The sun who is like the Lord
Will warm my bones, and his arrows
Will pierce to the centre of the shapeless clay of the mind.