Sunday Morning - Denis Glover
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On Sunday the air more naturally breathes,
time stands a little still, and plants put forth
luxurious green life, sweet sunlight weaves
warms patterns on the wall facing the north.
No urgent task, we set our hands upon
hoe, spade or spanner; back-fence gossip tells
epic of artichokes, career of cars; later on
air falls under the heavy yoke of bells.
first published in Six Easy Ways of Dodging Debt Collectors (Caxton Press, 1936), from Enter Without Knocking (Enlarged edition, Pegasus Press, 1971), © Denis Glover 1971, used by permission of the Denis Glover Literary Estate. Recording from the Waiata New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive 1974.