The Bells of Saint Babel’s
Allen Curnow, 10 June 1999
“... Kermadec reef cries to the sun, Me! Me! This day dawns first on me, you won’t find that in your King James nor Maori story of a half-god’s trap for the sun, that sun ... which one? Which thousand years? 5. Next time you look, he will have stepped out of the shade the West Front casts into a sun-stuffed ambulatory called Cathedral ... ”