#AustralianWriters
‘I used to have dozens of handkerc… Of finest lawn. I used to have silk shirts and fin… He’s like a faun This darling out-at-elbows Irish…
I know more about flowers, And Pat knows about ships. ‘Schooner’ and 'barquentine’ Are words of note on his lips. Even 'schooner, barque-rigged’
My mission in the world Is to prolong Rapture by turning it Into a song. A song of liberty
I have two wings To raise me to the skies. Withouten these My soul could never rise. My shining friends,
Miss Murphy has blue eyes and blu… Her machine’s opposite mine So I can stare At her pale face and shining blue-… I’m sure that other people think h…
When I go up to work the young bl… Has not awaked from dreams: It fades to meet the blue sky mist… It gleams. I say,
Little girls, You are gay, Little factory girls, At the end of your day. There you stand,
Do you remember still the little s… I mumbled on the hill at Aura, ho… I told you it was made for Katie’… When I was fresh from school and… With all the strength of girlhood?…
Oh, oh Rosalie, Oh, oh Rosalie, What would you have of me? Oh, oh Rosalie. I have kisses fine,
To Plato’s dictum Assent she lends. All things in common We hold, as friends. I share her riches.
When I get up to light the fire, And dress with all the speed I ma… By candle-light, I dread the hour… That go to make a single day. But then I leave my room, and see
All day long We sew fine muslin up for you to w… Muslin that women wove for you els… A million strong. Just like flames,
You want a lily And you plead with me ‘Give me my lily back.’ I went to see A friend last night and on her man…
Now I’ve been three days In the place where I am staying, I’ve taken up new ways’ Land-owning and flute playing. There’s an orchard ground
If you have loved a brave story Tell it but rarely; And, with due faith in its glory, Render it barely. Then must the listener, hearing