October 3, 2023 3:55 am
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Lord Alfred Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light;The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.Ring out the old, ring in the new,Ring, happy bells, across the snow:The year is going, let him go;Ring out the false, ring in the true.Ring out the grief that saps the mind,For those that here we see no more,Ring out the feud of rich and poor,Ring in redress to all mankind.... View Article
October 3, 2023 3:53 am
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Judith Wright The eyeless labourer in the night,the selfless, shapeless seed I hold,builds for its resurrection day –silent and swift and deep from sightforesees the unimagined light. This is no child with a child’s face;this has no name to name it by;yet you and I have known it well.This is our hunter and our chase,the third who lay in our embrace. This is the strength that your arm knows,the arc of flesh that is my breast,the precise crystals of our... View Article
October 3, 2023 3:50 am
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Les Murray(for Chris and Mary Shara) Winters at home brought wind,black frost and rawgrey rain in barbed-wire fields,but never more until the day my unclerose at dawnand stepped outside – to findhis paddocks gone, his cattle to their hocksin ghostly groundand unaccustomed lightfor miles around. And he stopped short, and gazedlit from below,and half his wrinkles vanishedmurmuring Snow. A man of farm and facthe stared to seethe facts of weather raisedto a mystery white on the world he knewand all... View Article
October 3, 2023 3:47 am
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Norman MacCaig To stub an oar on a rock where none should be,To have it rise with a slounge out of the seaIs a thing that happened once (too often) to me. But not too often – though enough. I count as gainThat once I met, on a sea tin-tacked with rain,That room-sized monster with a matchbox brain. He displaced more than water. He shoggled meCenturies back – this decadent towneeShook on a wrong branch of his family tree. Swish... View Article
October 3, 2023 3:47 am
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Kenneth Slessor Time that is moved by little fidget wheelsIs not my time, the flood that does not flow.Between the double and the single bellOf a ship’s hour, between a round of bellsFrom the dark warship riding there below,I have lived many lives, and this one lifeOf Joe, long dead, who lives between five bells. Deep and dissolving verticals of lightFerry the falls of moonshine down. Five bellsColdly rung out in a machine’s voice. Night and waterPour to one rip... View Article
October 3, 2023 3:45 am
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Empty platforms come and goAs I peer out the cold windowShe must be fast asleep by nowBreathing soft and sweet and low The night is dark, the dark is sheerNot a single leaf is clearThe moon is deep behind the cloudsThe longest evening of the year And now my seat begins to shakeWith the shudder of the brakesThe stranger on my shoulder stirsAnd deeply blushes as she wakes The night is full of things that creepAnd I have scars that... View Article
October 3, 2023 3:45 am
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W.B. Yeats That is no country for old men. The youngIn one another’s arms, birds in the trees—Those dying generations—at their song,The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer longWhatever is begotten, born, and dies.Caught in that sensual music all neglectMonuments of unageing intellect. An aged man is but a paltry thing,A tattered coat upon a stick, unlessSoul clap its hands and sing, and louder singFor every tatter in its mortal dress,Nor is there singing school but... View Article
October 3, 2023 3:43 am
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Emily Dickinson One need not be a chamber to be hauntedOne need not be a houseThe brain has corridors surpassingMaterial place Far safer, of a midnight meetingExternal ghostThan internally confrontingThat cooler host. Far safer, through an abbey gallop,The stones a’chaseThan unarmed, one’s own self encounter,In a lonesome place Ourself behind ourself, concealed,Should startle mostAssassin hid in our apartmentBe horror’s least. The body carries a revolver,He bolts the doorO’erlooking a superior spectreOr More
October 3, 2023 3:41 am
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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;There midnight’s all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,And evening full of the linnet’s wings. I will arise and go now,... View Article
