Poem of the week
The boom of the surf again in rising wind….
For a long while now I have been remembering
That stark sweet music in continuous
Crescendo on the lonely beach, deep leit-motif
Of something old, old as wandering
So, aged ghost, you come again with pale
Uncomment, haunting? You remember
When the live sea swelled and you,
Perpetually clouded, strained
Those rhythms into protoplasm even now I feel
In my brief consciousness, drowned memory
Is the vast beginning of things, the empty theatre. ...
Queensland War Poetry before 1915
In the 55 years between the election of the first Queensland Parliament, and the landing at Gallipoli, Queenslanders were pre-occupied with the defence of the land that they had conquered. This preoccupation showed up in their poetry as well as in their actions
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