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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... heard you call my name clearly . I heard the exact tone , intonation of your voice . I leapt out of bed and rushed to the open doorway with Caesar almost knocking me down as he rushed to the doorway . Caesar stood in the open doorway ...
... heard you call my name clearly . I heard the exact tone , intonation of your voice . I leapt out of bed and rushed to the open doorway with Caesar almost knocking me down as he rushed to the doorway . Caesar stood in the open doorway ...
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... heard from the hill , encircled its face . It was also carved into oak leaves . But the wonder and delight of it was the little loft with a door which flew open to let the cuckoo appear and call the hours with its white , open beak ...
... heard from the hill , encircled its face . It was also carved into oak leaves . But the wonder and delight of it was the little loft with a door which flew open to let the cuckoo appear and call the hours with its white , open beak ...
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... heard those words before somewhere . But I've never heard them spoken like that . They were a fine thing to hear . ' Outside , I got into conversation with this white - haired old man . He told me that he had served in the British Army ...
... heard those words before somewhere . But I've never heard them spoken like that . They were a fine thing to hear . ' Outside , I got into conversation with this white - haired old man . He told me that he had served in the British Army ...
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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