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I Now Generate My Fire Lake fingers tumble the pumice in a long lament. Tonight I lie with the old women and my supple rimu scales the lean flanks of Pirongia. The lost canoe deep in the sands of Kawhia, is not more lonely than Rangiaho. I fear the fairy woman of Pirongia; the frosty clematis with tendrils that ensnare. I will gather dry wood for the failing fire, fan the embers into tongues of flame, that he may see the hearth flush and, remembering gentle valleys and trout speckled streams, break from the fairy fetters, and swiftly as a mountain torrent find the long lake shore. Kathleen Grattan

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Te Ao Hou, December 1968, Page 52

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I Now Generate My Fire Te Ao Hou, December 1968, Page 52

I Now Generate My Fire Te Ao Hou, December 1968, Page 52

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