#AustralianWriters
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…
I dreamt last night of happy home-… Friends I had loved and had belie… Came happily to visit me and said I was a part of their fair home-co… It’s strange that I should dream…
I came to live in Sophia Street, In a little house in Sophia Stree… With an inch of floor Between door and door And a yard you’d measure in childr…
Sometimes I watch you, mark your… Your grave brow over-weighted with… Your mouth’s straight line—details… That all aloofness in your aspect… And yet when in the dark down from…
Child Sun Why will you play Peep Bo Now in, now out The workroom window so? True ’tis
I have a sister whom God gave to… He formed her out of trouble and t… Like Aphrodite, she came to me fu… Oh, I am blest forever with a sis…
You may have other loves, Red mouths to kiss. Why should you lose That loveliness for this? No loveliness of mine
I have two wings To raise me to the skies. Withouten these My soul could never rise. My shining friends,
Each morning I pass on my way to… A clock in a tower And I look towards it with anxiou… To make sure of the hour. But the sun gets up at the back of…
Emmie, Emmie Adams, With her insolent air, Tied a little bit of rag In her yellow hair. When Lena, wondering,
I think each year should bring Little fresh songs Like flowers in spring. That they might deck the hours For a brief while
Every day Miss Mary goes her roun… Through the splendid house and thr… Looking if the kitchen table’s whi… Seeing if the great big fire’s ali… Finding specks on shining pans and…
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?…
The love I look for Could not come from you. My mind is set to fall At Peterloo. But you’ld protect me,
He looks in my heart and the image… Is himself, himself, than himself… And he thinks of my heart as a mir… To reflect the image I hold most… But my heart is much more like a s…