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 WASTE PLACES by JAMES STEPHENS THE CASE OF SABRINA SIMPSON USCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PERSISTENCY OF POETRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD SIR RUPERT THE FEARLESS; A LEGEND OF GERMANY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM TO MRS. ANN FLAXMAN by WILLIAM BLAKE |