Poems by Les Murray
Blowfly Grass
... It’s their chance, a man with beerglass-cut arms ...
The Cows on Killing Day
... big rolls of tight dry feed: lucerne, clovers, buttercup, grass, ...
Bottles in the Bombed City
... When the stroke came, every bottle winked at its neighbour ...
Poetry And Religion
... emotions, instinct, breath and native gestureinto the only whole thinking: poetry ...
Travels With John Hunter
... of flowers and phone calls and letters, concern I'd never dreamed was there ...
The Meaning Of Existence
... moment by moment as the universe ...
An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow
... y loudly - yet the dignity of his weepingholds us back from his space, the hollow he makes about him ...
A Retrospect Of Humidity
... by those for whom exhaustion is spirit: an intrusive, heart-narrowing season ...
The Aboriginal Cricketer
... Above all, don't get outtoo easily, and have to leave here ...
The Dream Of Wearing Shorts Forever
... solidarity-with-the-Third World tat tvam asi, likewise track-and-field shorts worn to parties ...
Bat's Ultrasound
... Where they flutter at evening's a queer ...
Late Summer Fires
... At dusk, a family drives sheep ...
Pigs
... We ate crisp. We nosed up good rank in the tunnelled bush ...
On Home Beaches
... the pistol that kills women, that gets them killed, crippling men ...
The New Hieroglyphics
... bearing food in one hand is the pictograph for grace,two animals in a book read Nature, two books ...
