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Kuia's Lament The city closes round me. Though the moon is high I hear no morepork cry. There is no quiet bay where I can gather pipis to cook upon the sands with driftwood…. The pavement is hard, My feet long for the soft earth tracks of the bushland. The city is noisy Bright lights dim the stars. A far away village calls, ‘Hoki, hoki,’ Marie Andersen

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Te Ao Hou, 1970, Page 24

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Kuia's Lament Te Ao Hou, 1970, Page 24

Kuia's Lament Te Ao Hou, 1970, Page 24