Poem of the week
I ride upon a crest exultantly!
In this triumphal perilous poise upon
The high white foam peak of my ecstasy
I banish memories of long leagues that shone
Palely beneath a tranquil sky, their deeps
Serenely undisturbed. They are behind.
Behind! I laugh derisively. It keeps
My shrilling voice tuned to a shrilling wind.
On, on O frail yet thundering steed, nor cease
Your mad and swirling rush, although I know
That, blent with low monotonous murmurings
Of waters past, now sobbing without peace...
James Devaney (1890-1976)
Outstanding lyricist, much loved man.
No literary figure of the pre-1959 era in Queensland poetry is spoken of more fondly than James Devaney. Few were more influential.