#AustralianWriters
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’m like all lovers, wanting love… A very mighty thing for you and me… In certain moods your love should… That burnt your very life up in de… The only kind of love then to my m…
Little girls, You are gay, Little factory girls, At the end of your day. There you stand,
Pat wasn’t Pat last night at all. He was the rain, The Spring, Young Dionysus, white and warm, Lilac and everything.
Through the swift night I go to my love. Tram bells are joy bells, Bidding us move On a golden path
My Man Says I weigh about four ounces, Says I must have hollow legs.
Ours was a friendship in secret, m… Stolen from fate. I must be secret still, show mysel… Early and late. ‘Isn’t it sad he was killed!' I m…
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…
You may have other loves, Red mouths to kiss. Why should you lose That loveliness for this? No loveliness of mine
When Gertie came in To work today She was much less weary And far more gay. We asked her the reason
My friend declares Being woman and virgin she Takes small account of periodicity And she is right. Her days are calmly spent
I’d like to spend long hours at ho… With a small child to bother me. I’d take her out to see the shops And fuss about my husband’s tea. Instead of this I spend my days
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.
There’s a band in the street, ther… It will play you a tune for a penn… It will play you a tune, you a tun… And you, though you haven’t got an… For the music’s free, and the musi…
I went down to post a letter Through the garden, through the ga… All the lovely stars were shining As I went. They were free as I, unhappy