The Glass Jar (Gwen Harwood Poems)
To Vivian SmithA child one summer's evening soakeda glass jar in the reeling sunhoping to keep, when day was doneand ...
Gwen Harwood Poems on Light (7 Poems)
Critics Nightwatch (Gwen Harwood Poems)
Once more he tried, before he slept,to rule his ranks of words. They brokefrom his planned choir, lolled, slouched and ...
Estuary (Gwen Harwood Poems)
To Rex HobcroftWind crosshatches shallow water.Paddocks rest in the sea's arm.Swamphens race through spiky grass.A wire fence leans, a crazy ...
Barn Owl (Gwen Harwood Poems)
Daybreak: the household slept.I rose, blessed by the sun.A horny fiend, I creptout with my father's gun.Let him dream of ...
The Wound (Gwen Harwood Poems)
The tenth day, and they givemy mirror back. Who knowshow to drink pain, and live?I look, and the glass showsthe ...
Daybreak (Gwen Harwood Poems)
The snails brush silver. Critic crowpoints his unpleasant beak, and lances.Resumes his treetop, darts belowhis acid-bright, corrosive glances.In the hushed ...
Triste, Triste (Gwen Harwood Poems)
In the space between love and sleepwhen heart mourns in its prisoneyes against shoulder keeptheir blood-black curtains tight.Body rolls back ...