Night is a sharkskin drumsounding our bodies blackand gold. All is aflamethe uplands a shushof wind. From Halema’uma’uour fiery Akua comes: E, Pele e E, Pele e E, Pele e This is a poem from Haunani-Kay Trask. She died a couple of months ago and I’d been meaning to do a post about her. My …![]()
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