#AustralianWriters
All day long We sew fine muslin up for you to w… Muslin that women wove for you els… A million strong. Just like flames,
You, whom the grave cannot bind, Shall a song hold you? Still you escape from the mesh Spun to enfold you. Your woven texture of flesh
I love to see Her looking up at me, Stretched on a bed In her pink dressing gown, Her arms above her head,
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…
How funny it would be if dreamy I Should leave one book behind me wh… And that a book of Law’this sil… Just written for the money it will… I do hope, when it’s finished, I’…
When I was a child, I felt the fairies’ power. Of a sudden my dry life Would burst into flower. The skies were my path,
Into old rhyme The new words come but shyly. Here’s a brave man Who sings of commerce dryly. Swift-gliding cars
When I am so worn out I cannot sl… And yet I know I have to work nex… Or lose my job, I sometimes have… To one long dead, who listens when… I ask Saint Rose of Lima for the…
Dearest, dearest, Bother the slow hours That hold and keep me From the leafy bowers You make more lovely than a storm…
Somebody brought in lilac, Lilac after rain. Isn’t it strange, belovéd of mine You’ll not see it again? Lilac glad with the sun on it
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…
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…
They say—priests say— That God loves the world. Maybe he does, When the dew is pearl’d On the emerald grass,
Today I’d like to be a nun And go and say My rosary beneath the trees out th… In this shy sun
O man, O woman, grievest so? Art shut away from all delight, And must thou leave this garden pl… O Eve, O Adam, question not. The God is kind who would be crue…