Drought (Mary Finnin Poems)
The great breath shudders,Coolamuns are drained,Billabongs go walkabout,moons since it rained.Stone man gathersfor corroboree,chants harsh word-shapesto narrow melody.Parrot-feather imagesof blood ...
The great breath shudders,Coolamuns are drained,Billabongs go walkabout,moons since it rained.Stone man gathersfor corroboree,chants harsh word-shapesto narrow melody.Parrot-feather imagesof blood ...
The barley grass was two feet high, the billabongs were full,The brolgas danced a minuet, the world seemed made of ...
The skies are brass and the plains are bare, Death and ruin are everywhere -- And all that is left ...
By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone - When the nations ...
This is the story the stockman told On the cattle-camp, when the stars were bright; The moon rose up like ...
Childhood sleeps in a verandah room in an iron bed close to the wall where the winter over the railing ...
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