#AustralianWriters
Every night I hurry home to see If a letter’s there from you to me… Every night I bow my head and say… ‘There’s no word at all from him t…
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…
What were the good of stars if non… But mariners, astronomers and such… The sun and moon and stars were ma… I know that much.
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 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…
One comes to love the little saint… As years go by. One learns to love the little sain… ‘O hear me sigh, St. Anthony,
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…
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
Pink eucalyptus flowers (The flowers are out) Are scented honey sweet For bees to buzz about. Pink eucalyptus flowers
Today I’d like to be a nun And go and say My rosary beneath the trees out th… In this shy sun
Today when you went up the hill And all that I could see Was just a speck of black and whit… Very far from me, It seemed more strange than words…
Whenever I think of you, you are… Shut by yourself between Great walls of stone. There is a stool, I think, and a… And a mat underneath your feet;
Through the swift night I go to my love. Tram bells are joy bells, Bidding us move On a golden path
Today, in class, I read aloud to forty little boys The legend of King Croesus’ boast… They were so young, Restless, and eager, I believed t…
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…