#AustralianWriters
I bought a red hat To please my lover. He will hardly see it When he looks me over, Though it’s a fine hat.
You who are dead, Do you know They’ve dug up half the irises That used to grow Here in the quadrangle a year ago?
My friend declares Being woman and virgin she Takes small account of periodicity And she is right. Her days are calmly spent
I think each year should bring Little fresh songs Like flowers in spring. That they might deck the hours For a brief while
And is love very strong where hono… Would the world ever speak of Lan… Or Tristram’s love had they put h… What would you think if Guinevere… And begged for kisses and had begg…
I dreamt last night That spring had come. Across green fields I saw a blur Of crimson-blossomed plum. I’ve never known
Across the sea Come homeward ships With freight of boys. And still must we Forgo the joys
They are so glad of a young compan… They hail and bless me, these boys… And I whose pathway was dark and… Have no more need of the sun to sh… We’ll walk in darkness, obscure, d…
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
We watched the dawn breaking acros… While just above us hung the eveni… The nearer waters took a hint of w… And clouds and waves together mass… Narrowed our morning world of pall…
I am no mystic. All the ways of G… Are dark to me. I know not if he lived or if he di… In agony. My every act has reference to man.
Today they made a bonfire Close to the cherry tree And smoke like incense drifted Through the white tracery. I think the gardener really
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
You may have other loves, Red mouths to kiss. Why should you lose That loveliness for this? No loveliness of mine
Beauty does not walk through lovel… Beauty walks with horror in her ha… Down long centuries of pleasant wa… Men have found the terrible most f… Youth is lovelier in death than li…