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michael dransfield

Michael Dransfield

Michael Dransfield was born in Sydney on 12 September more



  • Amanda Stewart

    Amanda Stewart

    Amanda Stewart was born in 1959. She began writing and performing poetry in the late ... more
  • joanne burns as a child, Bondi, 1940s, photograph courtesy the author

    joanne burns

    joanne burns was born in Vaucluse, Sydney, in 1945, and grew up in Sydney’s eastern ... more
  • Laurie Duggan, Faversham 2007

    Laurie Duggan

    Laurence James Duggan was born in South Melbourne in 1949. In the late 1960s and ... more
  • Bruce Beaver, Manly NSW, 1984, photo by John Tranter

    Bruce Beaver

    Bruce Beaver was born in the Sydney seaside suburb of Manly on 14 February 1928. ... more


Interview: Pam Brown, January-March 2014

Why do you write poetry? That really is a tough question. I doubt that I'll give you a very interesting answer -   I can only sound glib. For me writing poetry might be a habit, or a disorganised ritual.   I've done it all my life, since around the age of seven - I started with lists. It's partly a way of notating my thinking. I suppose it's also a kind of irreligious vocation - one with hardly a skerrick of remuneration. How do you read? Diversely, but very consciously. I usually have three or four things that I'm ... review


XV. Wool, Ho! by E. J. Brady

WHEN the clipper fleet comes over,
When the scent is on the clover,
And the scarlet streaks the blue;
When the Western sheds are ringing
And the Western men are singing
As their toiling teams come through,
Then it's ho, ho—Wool, ho!
For the busy shears are clipping, and a stir is in the shipping,
And it's yo, ho—Wool, ho!
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Parallels for the Pious by Francis Adams

“HE holds a pistol to my head,
Swearing he will shoot me dead,
If he have not my purse instead,
The robber!”

He, with the lash of wealth and power,
Flogs out my heart and flings the dower,
The sneering pittance of his hour,
The robber!”

“He shakes his serpent tongue that lies,
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