#AustralianWriters
I thought I heard something move… When I was alone in bed. And I was afraid . . . and I was… I lay—I quaked for dread. Then all of a sudden the rain bega…
I came to live in Sophia Street, In a little house in Sophia Stree… With an inch of floor Between door and door And a yard you’d measure in childr…
I love to see Her looking up at me, Stretched on a bed In her pink dressing gown, Her arms above her head,
Tall trees along the road, I never saw you Last year in summertime. He came before you With his blue eyes.
What were the good of stars if non… But mariners, astronomers and such… The sun and moon and stars were ma… I know that much.
I dreamt last night That spring had come. Across green fields I saw a blur Of crimson-blossomed plum. I’ve never known
When I was a child, I felt the fairies’ power. Of a sudden my dry life Would burst into flower. The skies were my path,
One comes to love the little saint… As years go by. One learns to love the little sain… ‘O hear me sigh, St. Anthony,
Up in my room on my unmade bed I sat and read. There was work waiting for me belo… I didn’t go. For in my little green room the so…
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…
O little plum tree in the garden,… Aflower again, With memories of a million springs… Brief years of pain. O little tree, you have the power…
The people have drunk the wine of… In the streets of town. They smile as they drift with hear… Uphill and down. The people have drunk the wine of…
O sweet and fair! These words are… O sweet and fair! A year ago I’ld… Some better words of praise Than sweet and fair. O sweet and fair, and weak, and mo…
Into old rhyme The new words come but shyly. Here’s a brave man Who sings of commerce dryly. Swift-gliding cars
I have golden shoes To make me fleet. They are like the wind Underneath my feet. When my lover’s kiss