Les Murray Poems on Heaven (3 Poems)

Travels With John Hunter (Les Murray Poems)

We who travel between worlds lose our muscle and bone. I was wheeling a barrow of earth when agony bayoneted me. I could not sit, or lie down, or stand, in Casualty. Stomach-calming clay caked my lips, I turned yellow … Continue reading →

Performance (Les Murray Poems)

I starred that night, I shone: I was footwork and firework in one, a rocket that wriggled up and shot darkness with a parasol of brilliants and a peewee descant on a flung bit; I was blusters of glitter-bombs expanding … Continue reading →

Towards The Imminent Days (Section 4) (Les Murray Poems)

In my aunt’s house, the milk jug’s beaded crochet cover tickles the ear. We’ve eaten boiled things with butter. Pie spiced like islands, dissolving in cream, is now dissolving in us. We’ve reached the teapot of calm. The table we … Continue reading →