#AustralianWriters
‘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…
(To the memory of William Hickey,… COMING out of India with ten th… Exchanged for flesh and temper, a… Whose devil barters with digestion… For dipping his fingers in the Ro…
After the whey-faced anonymity Of river-gums and scribbly-gums an… After the rubbing and the hit of b… You come to the South Country As if the argument of trees were d…
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…
SOPHIE, in shocks of scarlet la… Receives her usual embrace Beneath a hedge, behind a curtain, Or in the chambers of His Grace. Whether a kiss be worth the care
VENUS with rosy-cloven rump And rings of straw-bright flying h… Looks in the glass that slaves are… Not for her own face floating ther… But for the sly and curious gaze
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…
You can shuffle and scuffle and sc… You can rattle the knockers and kn… Or batter the doorsteps with bucke… Till the Deputy-Governor sobs. You can sneak up a suitable plank
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…
THE smell of birds’ nests faintly… Is autumn. In the autumn I came Where spring had used me better, To the clear red pebbles and the m… And foundered beetles, to the brok…
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…
IN an old play-house, in an old p… In an old piece that has been done… We dance, kind ladies, noble frien… Observe our modishness, I pray, What dignity the music lends.
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…
GUTTED of station, noise alone, The crow’s voice trembles down the… As if this nitrous flange of stone Wept suddenly with such a cry; As if the rock found lips to sigh,
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…