Experiment 13
Pan In Karori
Pan In Karori
So pure, so clear the sudden notes —
It seemed the music heard
(Too bird-like for a human voice,
Too complex for a bird)
Woke, delicate and perfect,
In my suburban ear;
I searched the sky, the houses,
Then turned enchanted where
With mouth to his recorder,
And dawdling school-boy feet,
Pan wandered piping, dreaming
Up Donald Street.
Ruth Gilbert.