Professor Piccard (Douglas Alexander Stewart Poems)
Some said it was a shooting star,Some said it was a pheasant;It was the most surprising thingTo villager and peasant.To ...
Some said it was a shooting star,Some said it was a pheasant;It was the most surprising thingTo villager and peasant.To ...
That shy mysterious poet Arthur StaceWhose work was just one single mighty wordWalked in the utmost depths of time and ...
The lines grow slack in our hands at full high-water;The midnight rears in the sky; and beneath the boatAnother midnight, ...
Darwin, that diffident wise patient manWho proved that men were monkeys as they are,When working out how apes and men ...
Fence must be looked at; fence is too much neglected;Most ancient indeed is fence; but it is not merelyWhite ants' ...
Hard to say where he came from-Maybe the Great DivideWhere die sun like a golden raindropRolls down Kiandra side,Or down ...
Hang it all, Slessor, as Pound once said to Browning,Why have you sailed so untimely out on the waterTo vanish ...
That girl from the sun is bathing in the creek,Says the white old dosser in the cave.It's a sight worth ...
Somewhere in the middle of the ocean every lost riverSorts itself out, reassembles, each picks its own threadWith its one ...
All their lives in a box! What generations,"What centuries of masters, not meaning to be cruelBut needing their labour, taught ...
Sing softly. Muse, the Reverend Henry WhiteWho floats through time as lightly as a featherYet left one solitary gleam of ...
We did not bury him deep enough; break up the monument,Open the tomb, strip off the flags and the flowersAnd ...
I see we have undervalued the kookaburra;they think they are waking the world, and I think so too.They gobble the ...
I walked to the green gum-treeBecause the day was hot;A snake could be anywhereBut that time I forgot.The Duckmaloi lazed ...
Sigh, wind in the pine;River, weep as you flow;Terrible things were doneLong, long ago.In daylight golden and mildAfter the night ...
Round and round, those wheels of fire,My hurt, my fear, delight, desire,Hung whirling in that dark-green tree.I could not tell, ...
The bay is gouged by the wind.In the jagged hollows green lions crouchand stretchand slouchand sudden with spurting manes and ...
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