#AustralianWriters
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…
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…
(Or Goethe for the Times) ONCE long ago lived a Flea Who kept such a fine, fat King, Not that he held with royalty, But more for the appearance of the…
LATE: a cold smear of sunlight b… The gilt lime of winter, a sun gro… Streams in the glass. Outside, te… Looping the weather-birds with rin… The spires of Paris, pricked in a…
RANKS of electroplated cubes, dw… Like the other pasture, the trigon… Death’s candy-bed. Stone caked on… Dry pyramids and racks of iron bal… Life is observed, a precipitate of…
THOSE friends of Lao-Tzu, those… Dozing all day in lemon-silken rob… With tomes of beaten jade spread k… And pipe-stem, shining cold with s… In steaming play, and still a fing…
‘TALBINGO RIVER’as one say… ‘Captain’ or 'Commodore’ that sme… In old engagements no one quite be… Or understands. Talbingo had its… As they did, ran with waters huge…
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…
COOK was a captain of the Admira… When sea-captains had the evil eye… Or should have, what with beating… And casting nativities of ships; Cook was a captain of the powder-d…
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…
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…
SUDDENLY to become John Benbo… With a tin trunk and a five-pound… And a peajacket the colour of a sh… That a Jew might buy in the morni… To fry potatoes (God save us!) if…
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…
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…
No pause! The buried pipes ring o… The flour-faced Antic runs from s… Now Columbine, with scarlet pout, Floats in the smoking moon of ligh… Now programmes wave, heads bend be…