#AustralianWriters
My friend declares Being woman and virgin she Takes small account of periodicity And she is right. Her days are calmly spent
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…
Today they made a bonfire Close to the cherry tree And smoke like incense drifted Through the white tracery. I think the gardener really
I have to make a soul for one Who lost his soul in childhood’s h… And I’m not sure’not really sur… If I have power. I don’t know whether souls are mad…
Frolic mountain winds Innocent and shy, Kiss my darling’s cheek As they scurry by. Little fragrant leaves
We watched the dawn breaking acros… While just above us hung the eveni… The nearer waters took a hint of w… And clouds and waves together mass… Narrowed our morning world of pall…
Each day I sit in an ill-lighted… To teach a boy; For one hour by the clock great wo… Are our employ. We read St Agnes’ Eve and that m…
Sometimes the skirts I push throu… Spread circlewise, strong petalled… And look for the rapt moment of a… Like Buddha’s robe. And I, caught up out of the workr…
Today I saw A market cart going along the road… High-piled and creaking with a son… Of cabbages. The driver sat
The people have drunk the wine of… In the streets of town. They smile as they drift with hear… Uphill and down. The people have drunk the wine of…
He had served eighty masters. The… He 'worked for these employers’ to… And they, if they had heard him, w… To brand him inefficient whom they… For to know eighty masters is to k…
They say—priests say— That God loves the world. Maybe he does, When the dew is pearl’d On the emerald grass,
Little girls, You are gay, Little factory girls, At the end of your day. There you stand,
Through the Museum I stroll, and see Goblets fashioned in Arcady, Spears from the Islands, and robe… Gew-gaws of pomp and of old desire…
Sometimes I wish that I were Hel… And wise as Pallas, That I might have most royal gift… In love’s sweet chalice. Then I reflect my dear love is no…