A Letter to Joan: An Autobiography, 1962-73Macmillan Company of Australia, 1978 - 182 oldal Continuing autobiography of Australian poet, writer and collector of Aboriginal myths. |
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... John and myself . Empathy , that was the nature of these relationships . In poetry , John could teach me so much . He could put his finger right on the place where I was struggling with a poem . Take that poem about the two dogs . I ...
... John and myself . Empathy , that was the nature of these relationships . In poetry , John could teach me so much . He could put his finger right on the place where I was struggling with a poem . Take that poem about the two dogs . I ...
83. oldal
... John's reconstruction : This morning I woke to the dawn going at it hard by the rig of my tent , persisting in pink and white right down into my sleep like any other galah . Dawn winds , too , are these extra bloody draughty things ...
... John's reconstruction : This morning I woke to the dawn going at it hard by the rig of my tent , persisting in pink and white right down into my sleep like any other galah . Dawn winds , too , are these extra bloody draughty things ...
108. oldal
... John appeared to want the magazine to become a product of the university . I opposed him in this . The committee meetings were becoming unpleasant . Our Treasurer , and then our Secretary resigned . I was fighting a double fight , and ...
... John appeared to want the magazine to become a product of the university . I opposed him in this . The committee meetings were becoming unpleasant . Our Treasurer , and then our Secretary resigned . I was fighting a double fight , and ...
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