Robin Hyde (19 January 1906 – 23 August 1939) is one of New Zealand's major poets. She was born Iris Guiver Wilkinson in Cape Town, South Africa to an English father and an Australian mother and taken to Wellington, New Zealand before her first birthday. She had her secondary education at Wellington Girls' College where she wrote poetry and short stories for the school magazine. After school she briefly attended Victoria University of Wellington. When she was 18, Hyde suffered a knee injury which required a hospital operation. Lameness and pain haunted her for the rest of her life. In 1925 she became a journalist for Wellington's Dominion newspaper, mostly writing for the women's pages. She continued to support herself through journalism throughout her life.
While working at the Dominion, she had a brief love affair with Harry Sweetman, during which she fell pregnant. Sweetman left her to travel to England, dying soon after his arrival. Hyde resigned from the Dominion in April 1926 and moved to Sydney, Australia. It was there that she lost her unborn son, Robin, whose name she took as her pseudonym. The trauma of losing both her lover and her child led to Hyde being hospitalised at Queen Mary Hospital in Hanmer Springs, back in New Zealand. After a period of recovery, she began to write again, publishing poetry in several New Zealand newspapers in 1927. She was also engaged to write columns for the Christchurch Sun, and the Mirror. However, she became frustrated at the lack of creative input, as the papers merely wanted a social column. Social columns or women's pages were the main outlet available to women journalists during the period. These experiences contributed to her treatise on journalism in New Zealand, Journalese, published in 1934.
Twisted priest possessed by hell
Tormented in evil sacrilege-
Confused spoken paranoia prophecies of zombies siege
Without control rotting brain veins infest in solemn rage
Haunted by the voices - tongues speaks of carnage
In the morgue, in the cemeteries, in the eyes of the dead and the dying
Reflecting mankind's future doom - as whispered in their sighing
In your head deep within - they chant your worlds demise
Reckoning day of the opening lids - The hour all cadavers arise...
Voices of the dead - chanting inside your head
Resurrected ones living dead-see to it life destroyed
Voices breathe of sulphur putrescent reek of void
Sky turns black sweeping fog
As darkness takes its toll
Vengeful corpses now walk the earth
The dead has total control
Voices of the dead - chanting inside your head "when the earth spits out the dead they will return to tear the flesh from the living"