The moon drained white by day lifts from the hill where the old pear-tree fallen in storm springs up in blossom still
Women believe in the moon: this branch I hold is not more white and still than she whose flower is ages old, and so I carry ...
Over the west side of the mountain, that’s lyrebird country
I could go down there, they say, in the early morning, and I’d see them,
I’d hear them
Ten years, and I have never gone
That time of drought the embered airburned to the roots of timber and grass
The crackling lime-scrub would not bearand Mooni Creek was sand that year
The dingo's cry was strange to hear
I heard the dingoes cry in the scrub on the Th...
Now my five sensesgather into a meaningall acts, all presences;and as a lily gathersthe elements together,in me this dark and shining,that stillness and that moving,these shapes that spring from nothing,become a rhythm that dances,a pure design
Along the road the magpies walkwith hands in pockets, left and right
They tilt their heads, and stroll and talk
In their well-fitted black and white
They look like certain gentlemen who seem most nonchalant and wiseuntil their meal ...
Beside his heavy-shouldered teamthirsty with drought and chilled with rain,he weathered all the striding yearstill they ran widdershins in his brain:
Till the long solitary tracksetched deeper with each lurching loadwere populous before his e...
The blacksmith's boy went out with a rifleand a black dog running behind
Cobwebs snatched at his feet,rivers hindered him,thorn branches caught at his eyes to make him blindand the sky turned into an unlucky opal,but he didn't mind
I can...
The small blue Arab stallion dances on the hilllike a glancing breaker, like a storm rearing in the sky,
In his prick-ears,the wind, that wanderer and spy,sings of the dunes of Arabia, lion-coloured still
The small blue stallion poses li...
Once as I travelled through a quiet evening,
I saw a pool, jet-black and mirror-still
Beyond, the slender paperbarks stood crowding; each on its own white image looked its fill, and nothing moved but thirty egrets wading - thirty egrets ...
All things conspire to hold me from you –even my love,since that would mask you and unname youtill merely woman and man we live
All men wear arms against the rebel –and they are wise,since the sound world they know and stableis eaten away by ...
The song is gone; the danceis secret with the dancers in the earth,the ritual useless, and the tribal storylost in an alien tale
Only the grass stands upto mark the dancing-ring; the apple-gumsposture and mime a past corroboree,murmur a broke...
What is the space between, enclosing us in one united person, yet dividing each alone
Frail bridges cross from eye to eye, from flesh to flesh, from word to word: the net is gapped at every mesh, and this each human knows: however close our t...