Macquarie Harbour (Rex Ingamells Poems)
Macquarie Harbour jailers lockthe sullen gates no more.....but lash-strokes sound in every shockof ocean on the dismal rocksalong that barren ...
Macquarie Harbour jailers lockthe sullen gates no more.....but lash-strokes sound in every shockof ocean on the dismal rocksalong that barren ...
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I stand between them and the outer winds, But I am a crumbling wall. They told me they could bear the blast ...
MY tent stands in a gardenOf aster and goldenrod,Tilled by the rain and the sunshine,And sown by the hand of ...
It's all very well to dream of a dove that saves, Picasso's or ...
O Eros, silently smiling one, hear me. Let the shadow of thy wings brush me. Let thy presence enfold me, ...
The piles on the granite rocks in the river the heavy first snowfall melting in the weather Their sides eaten ...
Dry in the forest before the first snowfall the leaves of autumn heavy on the ground The barrenness of November ...
Would that we would each, all of us, especially me, would have eyes, clear eyes that would seek out, that ...
Before the first snowfall long after frost covering layering the lawn, the gardens Yellow remaining newborn black-eyed Susan growing in ...
High up the brick old mill building up above the brick, the granite, between the clapboard window dormers hanging on ...
Snow in the air long before the first flakes started their long fall from the heavens snow in the feel, ...
Okay, it felt a lot like a lot more than a cold breeze a frigid arctic blast, more like it, ...
A bright clear blue day in January after a cold snowfall overnight off the road, only glimpsed momentarily as I ...
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1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The ewes crowd to the mangers; Their bellies widen, sag; Their udders tighten. Soon The little voices cry In morning ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Snowfall in March: I sit in the white glow reading a thesis About you. Your poems, your life. The author's ...
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