Poetry

 

The War Dead

The War Dead

Kevin Collopy
Not publication by the earnest few Of altruistic lives and shining deeds. Nor probing of the passions and their creeds. Not Freudian analysis to see The secret cause, why blood burnt white with rage And bone and muscle fought to turn a ...
Papaya Tree

Papaya Tree

Clifford Gessler
Nature’s comedian, you toss your cosmic jest of bulging bole and splayed leaf toward the sky; your scaly sides ripple with laughter as your fat fruit spills a bawdy chant to the innocent young air. (And wanton, too, if gossip ...
Miss Kale

Miss Kale

Mary Williams
I used to think Miss Kale so kind to ask us in to lunch with her on rainy mornings, when the wind blew all the clouds in a soft grey fur right past her kitchen window, where her pet canary ...
The Indian Palanquin Bearer

The Indian Palanquin Bearer

Sarojini Naidu
Lightly, O lightly we bear her along, She sways like a flower in the wind of our song, She skims like a bird on the foam of a stream, She floats like a laugh on the lips of a dream, ...
The Trains

The Trains

Judith Wright
Tunnelling through the night, the trains pass in a splendour of power, with a sound like thunder, shaking the orchards; waking the young from a dream; scattering like glass the old men's sleep: laying a black trail over the still ...
Recompense

Recompense

Nancy Cato
This sweep of sky lit now by gold-white clouds, Rounded and full, maternal breasts leant over The young brown furrows, promising Their slopes with sweetest rain to cover, Burst on me with one soul-awakening shock Of glad surprise. my eyes ...
The Heart of a Rose

The Heart of a Rose

Ernest Briggs
Where shall one match this grace within, Without? What pain Does one assuage with such a linen? What heavens are mirrored in The inland sea Of these blown roses, Lying carelessly: How loosely each uncloses Lying so, as though no ...
Dots on a Map

Dots on a Map

Clifford Gessler
Dots on a map flash flatly up at me— and in my ears there chants again the sea. The thousand isles I’ve never seen toss up their sheaves of tawny green; wing-slanting sea birds scream across the wind-whirled vortex of ...
From The Fallen

From The Fallen

K. H. Bradshaw
The leaves are gone from the tree, Eddying. We too, wind-cold, with the leaves Revolving. We that were green in the sun Have the yellow of death in our veins. The tree is gaunt in the star-shells, Silver and black, ...
Planes

Planes

Dorothy Hewitt
The planes seem to crash into my room. I feel their wings lurch In torment of darkness And silver; they leave their shadow Flat for an instant, then run Across the floor, like mice. One long, little shadow of death ...
The Leader

The Leader

Mary Gilmore
KNAP! ... Knap! ... Knap! ... A stone among stones I sit, Knap . . . Knap . . . Knap— Who is the leader? Not he On the galloping horse, Though he fly like the wind In its course; ...
Sarah

Sarah

Dorothy Hewett
Sarah, walking in the rain With her red mouth twisted in unconcern, Sarah, Sarah with her lovely paleness— How much I could learn at her lips, Of sorrow, sweet despair, of loving and dying. Sarah, crying in the night that ...
This Is the Hour

This Is the Hour

Olive Hopegood
This is the hour When the black dog is eating moonstones and on the dark river gipsies are singing of moons made of blood. This is the hour when moths speak of insistence to a flame of white silence when ...
Pastoral

Pastoral

Muriel Armstrong Lewis
The farmer turns for home; his team's glad tread  Drums from the furrows red, Passing where bronze sheep graze In brass-bright haze. In kitchen wide, the grooved gold pumpkins' sheen And apples' palest green Are small gay suns, whose light ...
Wanderlust

Wanderlust

Flexmore Hudson
Green days wound when magpies start to nest and wagtails soar with hawks, when pipits dart from bush to bush, and the blue range looks its best, for each wind that blows the leaves blows unrest into my heart. As ...