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The Garden God Disturbing the plait-work of leaves under the white manuka, I found a garden god. Small dark stone, Polynesian curved. Half-enwombed in the Oaro earth. From stone lips his stone words slipped As Maori as the weed-wash of the sea. I was afraid of him. Afraid of Maori things, So with my foot I kicked him into the disenchanting sun, into a part-reality. He was again over kumara-strips, the small dark stone guarded them in the red of the sun that trailed her after-birth behind Omihi: He, thing of the world of stone, and I of the world of air, were of some strange understanding. And, in love, I gave him to the sea. John W. Wilson

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Te Ao Hou, March 1968, Page 13

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119

The Garden God Te Ao Hou, March 1968, Page 13

The Garden God Te Ao Hou, March 1968, Page 13

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