#AustralianWriters
(To the etchings of Norman Lindsa… Now the statues lean over each to… Gravely in warm plaster turning; t… The trees come suddenly to flower… The water-gardens to glassy fire,…
THAT street washed with violet Writes like a tablet Of living here; that pavement Is the metal embodiment Of living here; those terraces
The Snowdrop Girl in fields of sn… Whiter than foam, deeper than wate… Flakes of wild milk gone blowing, Snowing on cloudy stalks. The Snowdrop Girl goes picking fl…
Country towns, with your willows a… And farmers bouncing on barrel mar… To public houses of yellow wood With '1860' over their doors, And that mysterious race of Hogan…
(To N.L.) THERE were strange riders once,… Cloaked in dark furs, with faces g… And white as air. None knew them,… Princes gone feasting, barons with…
At last I know’it’s on old iv… Glassed with old miniatures and ga… I’ve seen those eyes like smould… As carp might see them behind thei… In pale green fishponds’they’r…
THOU moon, like a white Christus… At the sky’s cross-roads, I’ll co… Though travellers bend up, and see… Let them go truckle with their gif… I’ll ask no favours of thy cocker…
I saw Time flowing like a hundred… That fly behind the daylight, foxe… Or piercing, like the quince-brigh… Of sun gone thrusting under Harbo… So Time, the wave, enfolds me in…
SOMETIMES she is like sherry,… Like light through an oriel window… Sometimes she is the colour of lio… Sometimes as bruised with shadows… Sometimes she moves like rivers, s…
So quiet it was in that high, sun-… So warm and still, that sometimes… Through the great windows, bright… There’d float a chime from clock-j… Clapping iron mallets on green cop…
CAPTAIN Dobbin, having retired… In the dumb tides of, with a handf… A few poisoned arrows, a cask of p… And five thousand pounds in the co… Now sails the street in a brick vi…
SMOKE upon smoke; over the stone… Of chimneys bleeding, a darker fum… Night, the old nun, in voiceless p… To kiss corruption, so fabulous he… All drowns in night. Even the laz…
‘THESE are the floating berries… They drop their harvest in dark al… Softly far down on groves of Venu… Forgotten at the world’s edge—and… Unlocks all closed things, eyes an…
I. The King of Cuckooz THE King of Cuckooz Contrey Hangs peaked above Argier With Janzaries and Marabutts To bid a sailor fear—
MUSIC, on the air’s edge, rides… Plumed like empastured Caesars of… With a god’s helmet; now, in the g… Of sunlight, the iron cloak, the… Melt to enchanted flesh—a voice is…