The Bond of Bees,
by Keri Hulme.

I'm blending my mind
with the ease of wine
from candle flowers
on a warm afternoon
and a bloom of bees
from the kamahi
resounds   resounds
in the quiet room

        spikes to the honey
        bees to the comb
        the yeast to the sweet mead
        and now the mead home

Wild Iron,
by Allen Curnow

Sea go dark, dark with wind,
Feet go heavy, heavy with sand,
Thoughts go wild, wild with the sound
Of iron on the old shed swinging, clanging:
Go dark, go heavy, go wild, go round,
  Dark with the wind,
  Heavy with the sand,
Wild with the iron that tears at the nail
And the foundering shriek of the gale.