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...DICKENS IN CAMP by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE ADORATION OF DISK BY KING AKHNATEN AND PRINCESS NEFER NEFERIU ATEN by AKHENATEN THE CAUTIOUS HOUSEHOLDER by ANAXILAS THE SPIRIT AND THE CUP by A. E. ANDERSON STOOD AT CLEAR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE |