A.R.D. Fairburn was a New Zealand poet who was born in 1904 in Aukland and died there at the age of fifty-three in 1957. He is noted as a major writer of the mid-1900s, completing many well-loved volumes of verse. His first collection, He Shall Not Rise, was completely self-funded and published in 1930. During the mid-30s, he contributed to the Christchurch magazine, and worked at the Farmers’ Union while helping to edit its journal. Unfortunately, his popularity has declined since his death. But, for lovers of his work, he stands as one of the best writers of his generation.
‘To a Millionaire’ by A. R. D. Fairburn critiques opulence, unraveling hidden guilt, moral decay, and inevitable downfall through vivid metaphors and striking imagery.
Lord of our world, take off your velvet
mask. Remove your gentle glove, disclose
the claw-like hand, the dried blood under the nails,
the murder print that never shows.
โRhyme of the Dead Selfโ by A.R.D. Fairburn is a captivating poem in which the poet speaks about youth and coming of age through images of violence and religion.