Nga Kupu o te Waiata:

Te Ao Hou, Spring 1952, Page 45

Nga Kupu o te Waiata: Rere omaki, hohoro ki te heke Mihi-marino. Ki te korero a Apirana Ngata kei Tuparoa ke tenei wahi, ko te taumata ke i noho ai a Harata Tangikuku ko Manawai, Pohaitapa. No nga mahi whakawhitiwhiti waiata ka uru Mihimarino ki te waiata nei, ka kapea Manawai. Te Kihikihi, i whakarite a Harata Tangikuku i a ia ki te kihikihi ki te huroto ara ki te auatuku, ki te kaka, ki te porangi, ki te haurangi, i te tahuna ara ki te pua raupo, ki te perehia, ki te rimu puka. Ka kiia enei whakarite e te pakeha he simile, he metaphor, he tino tikanga no te poetry. He tino tika enei kupu na te huango. Me ki ake e au ko te tino mate o nga mokopuna a Harata Tangikuku he huango, a he tokomaha o ratou kua mate. Tawera, he whetu ki te pakeha ko Venus. I te nui o te mate o Harata Tangikuku, kihai ia i moe, ka oho ko ia anake, ka moe katoa tana whanau. No tana tirohanga atu ki waho ki te moana ko Tawera. I tona mate, i tona mokemoke, ka powhiritia e ia te whetu kia hohoro mai hei hoa moe mona, i a ia e porangi ana, e haurangi ana i te nui o tona mate. He pakiwaitara tenei ahua o a tatou korero otira he tino tikanga tenei no te poetry ara te pakiwaitara. Harata Tangikuku's Lament By R. T. Kohere Flow out, ebbing tide, Flow far out to sea; And here I sit and gaze, On doorsteps at Mihi-marino; How oft did I thee cross, In days gone by. Sing on thou cicada, For thou art like unto me, I'm like a bittern blowing in a swamp, I'm like a kaka that chokes. Is it Tawera I discern, Hurrying across the sea? Speed on thou star, And stay with me the night, For I am sore distrest; I rave as one possess'd, I reel as one drunken, I'm as raupo down blown by the wind, I'm as perehia that scurries afar. When at myself I gaze, My bones stare at me, For food to me is useless, It may as well be untasted; Leave me then a thing void, As crackling seaweed on shore.