Poem of the week

Pacific Moon

Pacific Moon (1945) 

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
Rack-misted moon-
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
Emerging: here
Is the vast beginning of things, the empty theatre. ...

 


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Australia Undefended

 

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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