#AustralianWriters
They say—priests say— That God loves the world. Maybe he does, When the dew is pearl’d On the emerald grass,
To look across at Moira gives me… She has a red tape measure. Her dress is black and all the wor… And I am weary. But that’s like blood—like a thin…
I was sad Having signed up in a rebel band, Having signed up to rid the land Of a plague it had. For I knew
Pat wasn’t Pat last night at all. He was the rain, The Spring, Young Dionysus, white and warm, Lilac and everything.
There’s a big park just close to w… Trees in a row And shaggy grass whereon the dead… And in the middle round a great la… The fair yachts sail
This year I have seen autumn with… Glimpsed hitherto undreamt of myst… In the slow ripening of the town-b… Horse-chestnut lifting wide hands… And silver beech turned gold now w…
‘Raging winter wind Let loose in springtime What is the message your cold touc… Spite of days and dreams, Warm and easy and sublime,
Sometimes I can see When I teach Half my children talk Each to each. Then I almost wish
At ten o’clock the great gong soun… Prelude to splendour. I push back… And all the people leave their boo… Still acquiescent, down the marble… Into the dark where we can’t read.…
To Plato’s dictum Assent she lends. All things in common We hold, as friends. I share her riches.
He: That isn’t you. She: It’s me, in my blue skirt And scarlet coat and little golden… He: Not good enough. She: Well, burn it if you choose
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?’
My friend declares Being woman and virgin she Takes small account of periodicity And she is right. Her days are calmly spent
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…
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,