On the Night Train

Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by? Blackened log and stump and sapling, ghostly trees all dead and dry; Here a patch of glassy water; there a glimpse of mystic sky? Have you heard the still voice calling – yet so warm, and yet so cold: “I’m the Mother-Bush […]

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The God Works in Circle

(on the occassion of Australia advancing in the World cup) a ball lover is our god a soccer player he is the whole universe his field the planets, the stars, our earth all shuttling through space like balls shove from one corner to the other our heads, our eyes, the balls that the gods give […]

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Faces In The Street

They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone That want is here a stranger, and that misery’s unknown; For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet My window-sill is level with the faces in the street Drifting past, drifting past, To the beat of weary feet While I sorrow […]

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