Open your eyes to Australia
In the poem A Strange Dream, the narrator dreams he is searching for a deceased friend named Mulga Mick. Believing Mick to be of a similar nature to himself, he heads for the Gates of Hell, only to learn that his friend is too sinful for Hell. According to the Devil, the only fit place for Mulga Mick is Angledool, to which he is quickly directed.
Continue reading “A Strange Dream”Not everybody could live in town. By necessity, many settlers lived and worked far away from the townships. They were constantly confronted by the loneliness of their existence. Many of the jobs on the frontier were of a solitary nature too, such as boundary riding, fencing and shepherding. How one coped with the solitude faced in frontier regions is the subject of Harper’s poem Myall Grove.
Continue reading “Myall Grove”The coming and going
The rise and fall
Water splashing
A sandstone wall.
Pocked-marked,
Pimpled with tiny shells
The suck and splash
The rising swell. Continue reading “Sydney Harbour Childhood”
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They stood around in tidy groups, hot sun streaming down,
The little cemetery seems busier these days,
There are them whose life clock has at last unwound,
And those who decide themselves to end their days. Continue reading “Reuben Rocks the Cradle”