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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13. oldal
... flowering in Spring against the pools of the sea cupped between the ridges , flowering right to the edge of the cliffs ... flowers round my feet , I saw that I was standing on a beautifully incised rock carving of a bounding wallaby . A ...
... flowering in Spring against the pools of the sea cupped between the ridges , flowering right to the edge of the cliffs ... flowers round my feet , I saw that I was standing on a beautifully incised rock carving of a bounding wallaby . A ...
52. oldal
... flowers . I bent down one of the gymeas to show you the bursts of flowers , some twenty or more flowers in a single head . The centres of the flowers were filled with a white , jelly - like nectar which black ants were plundering . Out ...
... flowers . I bent down one of the gymeas to show you the bursts of flowers , some twenty or more flowers in a single head . The centres of the flowers were filled with a white , jelly - like nectar which black ants were plundering . Out ...
104. oldal
... flowers , angels - even God ? Bound close by earth , held fast in one grave , what after - life could give us so much happiness as knowing ourselves part of the same soil which holds the roots of trees and plants - makes flowers to ...
... flowers , angels - even God ? Bound close by earth , held fast in one grave , what after - life could give us so much happiness as knowing ourselves part of the same soil which holds the roots of trees and plants - makes flowers to ...
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The Dryad | 12 |
You Gave Me Flowers | 20 |
The President | 32 |
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A.D. Hope Aboriginal arms asked Australian Australian poetry beautiful Bill birds boatshed boughs bush Caesar called camp cliff Cobar cottage creek dark deep desolate Dr Perry dream drove face fighting fire flowers gallery gave gibber plain golf course gone Grendel hand head Helen Hilde homestead huge Iris Jamberoo Jimmy Little Joan John Judith Wright knew lake leaves live look Maenad magazine mind moon morning mountain never night Northern Territory once Phar Lap poem poet Poetry Society pool quarrel Queensland rain recital remember river rock Roland Robinson roses round scrub shack shed sitting Solveig song South Coast stars stone stood Svengali Sydney talking tell thought told took track trees verse walked wanted white wolf wife wind window wolf dog woman write wrote young