#AustralianWriters
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
A lady and I were walking Where waters flow; A lady and I were talking Softly and slow. This is what you were saying,
One comes to love the little saint… As years go by. One learns to love the little sain… ‘O hear me sigh, St. Anthony,
A lady has a thousand ways Of doing nothing all her days, And so she thinks that they’re wel… She can be idle and content. But when I have a holiday
Little girls, You are gay, Little factory girls, At the end of your day. There you stand,
I saw a flight of sparrows through… Oh, let us rise Out of the weaknesses of our despa… To burning skies. Let us take wings for flight from…
‘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…
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 do hate the folk I love– They hurt so. Their least word and act may be Source of woe. ‘Won’t you come to tea with me?’
Tall trees along the road, I never saw you Last year in summertime. He came before you With his blue eyes.
Into old rhyme The new words come but shyly. Here’s a brave man Who sings of commerce dryly. Swift-gliding cars
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…
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…
I know a room that’s dark in dayti… No sunbeams light it, Whether in months of gloom or mont… So people slight it. Yet in the noon of each succeeding…
We climbed that hill, The road flushed red in pride At being beauty’s boundary. Eithe… Stretched beauty, beauty ever, bea… For on the left