Poem of the week
THE BRISBANE CENTENARY
University Prize Poem, 1924
A hundred year ago the tireless tide,
That rose and fell between unquarried banks,
Felt on its breast the convict galleys ride,
And heard the chains of men beside the cranks-
Grim engines of punition; curlews cried
In magic copses on the serried ranks
Of unillumined hills, when daylight died;
Winds from the island-bounded bay gave thanks
In whispers for the freedom of the land;
But Prophecy within the hearts of those...
Alice Gore-Jones (1887-1961)
A woman's perspective on war
The one volume of verse which Alice Gore-Jones left us, shows that even during the first world war, Australian civilians were questioning its purpose and human cost.
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