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  • themselves be milked and sent back to the paddock and the river and I walk back to the house for coffee to let the fire make up its mind And through the French doors I Read More Page 1 of 1 pages What s Writing For What makes writing worth writing and reading is what the story or the poem achieves beyond the tale it tells its music its wisdom

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  • are certain It turns out the fox just got lucky and the chooks are just dead and none of this is a metaphor for anything but itself It turns out we didn t put the bastard back in charge of the chookhouse You lose enough of what you love and you learn at last to bed your virtues safer down or wake to find them savaged It turns out this

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  • is how one feels half a self bereft We are here perhaps to look for the rest of who we are and that could be anything a lake a range a woman a pink robin one s children one day in particular Perhaps one is everywhere one looks And then a second thought strikes me holding the half rock each of us is someone else s other a lost half

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  • and tawn the calm slow violence of time the voices of the small birds the skin of the snowgums Notice Full stop III At the top Mt Rufus I claim this world of dolerite gothic and blue brown jagged distance and shattered former sandstone and captured lake and peat bog For poetry and silence For tiger snake and brown hawk For dwarf snowgum and deciduous beech For the eschatology of droppings and the ten thousand flying things For no one and itself IV Selfhood I was no one all day and I learned some more proofs of self aching joints heavy legs thirst first sweat then cold the taking off of layers and the putting back on jolt of panic that quickened me at the first black snake and then the second and at the sloughed snakeskin and the echidna at my feet The other proof came at 1500 metres when my phone rang and it was you I can be found anywhere it seems by love V Coming down When I came footsore to Shadow Lake the sun was out and so the lake itself was there sepia translucent as a fish shadowed all around by cypress and casuarinas

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  • the water which was so shallow and so tannin clear I could make out easing along the lakebed beneath the shadow of the fish That I thought following the shape the sun drew of the fish until I lost it is where the sun doesn t make it to earth And walking on my shape dark beside me on the sand I thought my shadow proves that I am real

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  • Published Tuesday August 28 2007 Label Poems For Daniel You have the gift of understanding dreams And this pride of lions rests in the den of your heart You are the dream of peace they sleep it seems So sleep and know your self and find your part You have the gift of calming troubled kings By telling them the truth in what they see Sad men will rain bad dreams upon all Read More Wingecarribee Ecologues Published Tuesday August 28 2007 Label Poems I My daughter not yet one crawls to my chair and takes my pens and tries to steal the book I try to write in This could be a metaphor but who knows My son fresh from the bath and naked yet steps into my boots This could be another but I hope not I sit in the corner of the thick of my life and I think Read More Sorry Published Tuesday August 28 2007 Label Poems Sorry to bombard you with poems she writes and that gets me thinking Now war no matter how good it feels or just now and then is never a good idea It never works no matter how many

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  • loosing them into their yard I walk to the cowshed and I bank a fire in the stove in the room where by now in years now gone sixty cows would already have stood and let themselves be milked and sent back to the paddock and the river and I walk back to the house Read More Page 3 of 3 pages First 1 2 3 Poems I matured late

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  • And to pull it off it helps to know something about loss and a fair bit more about language and art and human nature about everything than I knew when I was younger Poetry is story without plot it is song without music it is philosophy without jargon it is dreaming without sleeping it is thinking beyond reason It is the truest writing writing stripped bare It is where a writer like me might well end up someone more sold on rhythm and voice than on plot and invention someone more given to exploration than to fabrication someone committed to making beautiful sense It is where I have ended up anyway Not that I ve abandoned prose I still write essays though they become leaner and more musical by the moment I write under the influence of what poetry has taught me In my book The Land s Wild Music I spend some time as many have done before me trying to say what makes a poem a poem What I say there and I m far from the first person to say it is this What distinguishes poetry from prose is form the moulds into which the poet pours language and what she must do to language to make it fit and yet still make sense transcendent sense in fact What the poet must do is compress language and make it vivid and apt shapely and suggestive A poem is as Archibald McLeish once said it does not merely mean It is a sculpture and a chant and an oracle My favourite poets and others who ve influenced me and whose voices you may hear in my own Elizabeth Bishop Louise Crisp T S Eliot Robert Frost James Galvin Robert Gray Martin Harrison Kevin Hart Gwen Harwood Robertson Jeffers

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