The Cambaroora Star (Henry Lawson Poem)
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
And, yeah brothers while white America sings about the unsinkable molly brown (who was hustling the titanic when it went ...
We sat in the belly of the aeroplane and held out for sirens to swerve across the grass; men with ...
Jane looks down at her organdy skirt As if it somehow were the thing disgraced, For being there, on the ...
Please your Grace, from out your store Give an alms to one that's poor, That your mickle may have more. ...
with landbound legs a wish for the easy flow of a river - not the clambering up crags to seek ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
A wonderful concept - dancing with God; but are we ready for him to lead, to guide us through life's ...
Hard to describe succulence surprising taste of the rosa rugosa plucking the hip scraping out the seeds bringing it to ...
Multiple partners and yet one all of them ready for me to let them take the lead to guide my ...
Around the days of our lives dancing with God simple, loving, cares somehow easier surrendering to his lead giving up ...
A fall on the ice, two plus year ago a concave spot, in my left hip, where it once was ...
Wrestling with God, no that didn't get Jacob too far just a pain in the hip he carried the rest ...
A wonderful concept dancing with God but are we ready for him to lead to guide us through life's passages ...
I am weak; thank you God for my humility, for the impediment to my vanity, that forces me to rely ...
When it was autumn in Eden and chestnuts held golden leaves against dimming light , Eve touched her toes on ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With "I am great and cannot wait So therefore let ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
To say we've done it all before is not to bend the truth and though we've lost our youth the ...
past parentage or gender beyond sung vocables the slipped-between the so infinitesimal fault line a limitless interiority beyond the woven ...
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the bedding Of the straw ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
LONG life, my Lord, an' health be yours, Unskaithed by hunger'd Highland boors; Lord grant me nae duddie, desperate beggar, ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
With the ladies' permission, most humbly I'd mention How much we're obliged by all their attention; We sink with the ...
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