#Australians #Women
He thrust his joy against the weig… climbed through, slid under those… foam— (hawthorn hedges in spring, thorns… How his brown strength drove throu…
In the olive darkness of the sally… silently moved the air from night… The summer-grass was thick with ho… where he, a curled god, a red Jupi… heavy with power among his women l…
We meet and part now over all the… we, the lost company, take hands together in the night,… the night in our brief happiness,… We, who sought many things, throw…
Now let the draughtsman of my eyes… marking the line of petal and of h… Let the long commentary of the bra… be silent. Evening and the earth a… and bird and tree are simple and s…
The blacksmith’s boy went out with… and a black dog running behind. Cobwebs snatched at his feet, rivers hindered him, thorn branches caught at his eyes…
I saw our golden years on a black… our time of love spilt in the furi… ‘O we are winter-caught, and we mu… said the dark dream, ‘and time is… —And woke into the night; but you…
South of my days’ circle, part of… rises that tableland, high delicat… of bony slopes wincing under the w… low trees, blue—leaved and olive,… clean, lean, hungry country. The c…
The rows of cells are unroofed, a flute for the wind’s mouth, who comes with a breath of ice from the blue caves of the south. O dark and fierce day:
The song is gone; the dance is secret with the dancers in the… the ritual useless, and the tribal… lost in an alien tale. Only the grass stands up
Glassed with cold sleep and dazzle… out of the confused hammering dark… I looked and saw under the moon’s… your delicate dry breasts, country… and the small trees on their uncol…
All things conspire to hold me fro… even my love, since that would mask you and unna… till merely woman and man we live. All men wear arms against the rebe…
The day was clear as fire, the birds sang frail as glass, when thirsty I came to the creek and fell by its side in the grass. My breast on the bright moss
This is not I. I had no body once… only what served my need to laugh… and stare at stars and tentatively… on the fringe of foam and wave and… Eyes loved, hands reached for me,…
Having known war and peace and loss and finding, I drink my coffee and wait for the sun to rise, With kitchen swept, cat fed,
When I was a child I saw a burning bird in a tree. I see became I am, I am became I see. In winter dawns of frost