Le Mot Juste

Now let my thoughts be like the Arrow, wherein was gold
and purposeful like the Kawerau, but not so cold

Let them sweep higher than the hawk ill-omened
higher than peaks perspective-piled beyond Ben Lomond
Let them be like at evening an Otago sky
where detonated clouds in calm confusion lie


Denis Glover
These are all Central Otago places. (Glover i think was making a point about being a dinkum Kiwi). I bet the bloody tourists who clutter the place now don't know this poem.
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