#AustralianWriters
You who are dead, Do you know They’ve dug up half the irises That used to grow Here in the quadrangle a year ago?
O sweet and fair! These words are… O sweet and fair! A year ago I’ld… Some better words of praise Than sweet and fair. O sweet and fair, and weak, and mo…
I read a statement in a newspaper That Twentyman, the manufacturer, Found it was cheaper to deliver go… By horse and lorry than by motor-t… Or motor-van. So he had sold his…
When I am making poetry I’m good And happy then. I live in a deep world of angelhoo… Afar from men. And all the great and bright and f…
Now all the lovely days are past, The hours of sun and leagues of se… And starry nights that lay between Yourself and me. Our boat has left the sea behind.
When I was still a child I thought my love would be Noble, truthful, brave, And very kind to me. Then all the novels said
To Plato’s dictum Assent she lends. All things in common We hold, as friends. I share her riches.
Our palm designed to grow In deserts, sent roots seeking far… Channels where waters flow. And in the city found Intricate pipings where the waters…
They used to say Our mother brought us up like hot-… From day to day Such wondrous cares were ours Her love inspired.
We climbed that hill, The road flushed red in pride At being beauty’s boundary. Eithe… Stretched beauty, beauty ever, bea… For on the left
He has picked grapes in the sun.… Like a fairy tale, Like a tale of dreams. ‘He in his slender youth, with vin… Under a blazing sky’—
I have two wings To raise me to the skies. Withouten these My soul could never rise. My shining friends,
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
Once I thought my love was worth… If tears came. When the wound is mortal, now I k… Few tears flow.
Emmie, Emmie Adams, With her insolent air, Tied a little bit of rag In her yellow hair. When Lena, wondering,