#Australians #Lesbian #Women
I’m not his wife. I am his paramo… His wayside love, picked up in jou… Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, t… Me down beside the ditch, a droope… Some country boy may stick into hi…
Once I thought my love was worth… If tears came. When the wound is mortal, now I k… Few tears flow.
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
Maisie’s been holding down her hea… Her little red head. And her poin… Rests on her neck that slips so so… The square-cut low-necked darling… In such a way, since it’s high-wai…
Today they made a bonfire Close to the cherry tree And smoke like incense drifted Through the white tracery. I think the gardener really
Today I’d like to be a nun And go and say My rosary beneath the trees out th… In this shy sun
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…
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…
O little year, cram full of duty, Rapture and sorrow, too, Show me the way from old paths of… Into the fields of dew. Strange lorn fields where the moon…
This morning I got up before the… Had seized the hill, And scrambled heart-hot, noisy, pa… In sleep laid still. There they lay helpless under the…
Into old rhyme The new words come but shyly. Here’s a brave man Who sings of commerce dryly. Swift-gliding cars
The foot of my machine Sails up and down Upon the blue of this fine lady’s… Sail quickly, little boat, With gifts for me,
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 am too tired To think of you. Today was such a day, But then I knew Today, for certain, you’d be weary…
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