FRAGMENTED SOUL—Gabriel Rosenstock

On-line review – March 2018

The Moon on my Tongue: An anthology of Māori Poetry in English. Edited by Reina Whaitiri, Robert Sullivan, Ben Styles (Arc Publications 2017).


Who knew that Māori poetry has been written in English for over 120 years? Arc Publications are known for their translations and there are many readers who would have welcomed a volume of poems translated from the Māori in preference to this. Then again, as Māori novelist Keri Hulme, informs us: ‘Māori is a word-of-mouth language, it has only recently been turned to print, and a great deal of its mana and strength still lie outside the blackened word…’ The blackened word – how extraordinary!

Followers of rugby – a sport that was originally a tool of empire – will know little about Māori culture other than haka, the song of defiance sung before battle. Others might treasure a gentler note in such songs as Pokarekare ana (The Waves).

My Irish-language free version of that haunting song is as follows: 


          Tobar Lán

Is suaite iad na huiscí
na huiscí sin Waipu
ach nuair a théann tusa sall
ciúnaítear iad, a rún

A stóirín bán
tar chugam ar ais
do chom, do bhrollach,
is do bhéilín tais

Tá mo litir agam scríofa
le go dtuigfidh do mhuintir
go bhfuilimse suaite
ó mhaidin go hoíche

Tá mo pheann gan bhrí
gan duilleog agam ná pár
ach tá tusa ionam:
maireann tú im lár

Grá buan daingean thugas duit
tobar lán nach raghaidh i ndísc
gach aon deoir atá ionam
go domhain sa tobar ritheann síos

Beautiful and tender as it is – Pokarekare ana was, in fact, a love letter to his second wife – the Māori author Paraire Tomoana was an Anglican and something of a war-monger! There are many recordings of his touching song:

To complicate matters even further, certain Gaelscoileanna (Irish-medium schools) have rejected the dripping sensuality of my version in favour of a hymn to the Virgin, the lyrics adapted suitably as follows:

            A Mhuire Mháthair

A Mhuire Mháthair,
Sé seo mo ghuí
Go maire Íosa
Go deo im’ chroí

Ave Maria, mo ghrá Ave,
Is tusa mo mháthair ’s máthair Dé.

A Mhuire Mháthair,
I rith mo shaoil
Bí liom mar dhídean
ar gach aon bhaol.

A Mhuire Mháthair
‘tá lán de ghrást’
Go raibh tú taobh liom
Ar uair mo bháis.

Why, some even claim that the original tune was not Māori at all but Irish or Scottish! Who knows? Anyway, of the two versions, I prefer the hymn.

The Moon on my Tongue is very evasive on the question of the bloody conflict between the two languages, Māori and English. In his Introduction, Ben Styles says: ‘Setting aside for the moment the terrible physical and political violence that followed this first encounter . . .’ When I come across the phrase ‘for the moment’, I expect the author to return to this vital subject, but no. It is dropped like a hot potato. Of course, the subject is often dropped in Ireland as well, as one might drop a blighted tuber.

This is an anthology of Māori Poetry in English and, as one might expect, it is peppered with Irish names, names such as Michael O’Leary, represented here with a poem called He Waiatanui Kia Aroha. Unglossed titles, words and phrases abound in this anthology as they do in some of our own macaronic compositions. Incidentally, by way of a very tiny footnote to literary history, New Zealand’s Michael O’Leary features in the English translation of my novella, Lacertidae, and a free PDF is available online if there’s any O’Leary out there who might be interested in tracking down a long-lost Māori relation!

If you are at all concerned for humanity, its past and future, The Moon on my Tongue will break your heart:


          Take your hands from your ears

          Hear their screams . . .

                                      Bruce Stewart


This long morning we sit in a colonial outpost

          And sip our English Breakfast tea …

                                      Reihana Robinson

These Māori today

          Are not Māori anymore

          I don’t know what they are …

                                    Apirana Taylor

Fragmented, my soul lies here, there: in

          The waste-wood, around …

                                         Hone Tuwhare

Still, he has come, the white man has come,
and has conquered wiped from beneath us
that base we knew so well
so that it should exist no more
but be replaced, our glorious heritage
with muskets, fire and bricks with industry,
with progress with 1966.

                                     Ngahuia Te Awekotuku



 Readers of The Moon on my Tongue will want to know more about these poets, luminaries such as Hone Tuwhare (1922-2008), pictured above, who spoke Māori as a child. Then his well-meaning father handed him the Bible in English and commanded the boy to read it back to him. One critic describes Tuwhare’s poetry as a ‘collision’ between the Bible and native Māori narratives. He couldn’t afford university, he gets a job, becomes interested in Marxism and in American writers – so different to the British, as he says – writers with a social conscience, Steinbeck, Hemingway, Dos Passos, Thomas Wolfe. Recordings of the poet reveal the shaman behind the socialist-activist. We need shamans as much as we need scientists today, to save our rivers and trees, to save our languages.

Tuwhare’s father was taught to view the Bible (yet another tool of empire!) as the word of God. Did not God (or the gods) speak through the creation myths of the Māori as well? I found one glorious example in a curious compendium called Nineteenth Century Miracles by E.H. Britten: it seems to me that the Māori text is as powerful and as beautiful as Genesis any day. So let’s sign off our musings with this memorable extract:

The Word became fruitful;
it dwelt with the feeble glimmering.
it brought forth night;
the great night, the long night.
Night, blackness, evermore;
the lowest night, the lofty night;
the thick night to be felt;
the night to be touched;
the night not yet to be seen;
the night of death, yet alive;
no eyes yet in the world.


By Gabriel Rosenstock.

Published on-line by Books Ireland magazine, March 2 2018.


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