From Mataoa I look to my own land Tianina, My mount Tearatupu, my valley Temaite, My "drove of pigs" on the great mountain. The dews have fallen on the mountain, And they have spread my cloak. Rains, clear away that I may look at my home! Aue! alas! the wall of my dear land. The two thrones of Mataoa open their arms to me Temarii. No one will ever know how my heart yearns for my mount of Tamaiti. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DIFFERENCE by ANGELO PHILIP BERTOCCI FRAGRANCE by MAGDELEN EDEN BOYLE TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES BROCKDEN BROWN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE JUNGLE WALLAH by BERTON BRALEY AN AUTUMN MORNING by TERESA LARKIN CARROLL GRACIE OG MACHREE by JOHN KEEGAN CASEY |