#AustralianWriters
‘I want a parlourmaid.’ ‘Well, let me see If you were God, what kind of mai… ‘She would be tall, She would be fair,
When I go into town at half past… Great crowds of people stream acro… Hurrying, although it’s only half… They are the invisible people of t… When you go in to town about eleve…
I hated them when I was four year… The bright pink berries on the pep… And now they seem quite beautiful… My tower of dreams when I was fou… Was such a tree. Its branches hid…
My window pane is broken Just a bit Where the small curtain doesn’t Cover it. And in the afternoon
Sometimes I think the happiest of… Is the blest moment of release fro… The world once more is all one’s o… Upon one’s own and not another’s p… And each poor heart imprisoned by…
We’ve a room That we call home, With a bed in it, And a table And some chairs,
‘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 dare not leave the splendid town To go where morning meadows are, For somewhere here the Future’s h… In factory, shop, or liquor bar. And when the picture shows are clo…
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
I hate work so That I have found a way Of making one small task outlast t… I will not leave The garden and the sun,
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…
Sometimes I am too tired To think of you. Today was such a day, But then I knew Today, for certain, you’d be weary…
One comes to love the little saint… As years go by. One learns to love the little sain… ‘O hear me sigh, St. Anthony,
I am making great big skirts For great big women’ Amazons who’ve fed and slept Themselves inhuman. Such long skirts, not less than tw…
I think each year should bring Little fresh songs Like flowers in spring. That they might deck the hours For a brief while