Poems by Roderic Quinn
The Fisher
... A giant hill; And midway, mirrored in the tide, ...
The Master-Man
... Unborn undrawn from distant spheres ...
By The Quay
... We turned from the town with its ceaseless noise, ...
Midnight And Moonlight
... Who was fashioned of dream-stuff and moonlight ...
The Red Mist
... And it's grieving and grieving that darkens the noon, ...
Perfection
... Though sweet in shape, and scent, and hue, ...
In September
... View with scorn their pirate's splendour! ...
Western Camps
... Well 'twere well and the time were fitting, ...
The Golden Yesterday
... They had their triumphs, their gains, their losses, ...
After Drafting
... After battle, Comes the calling, ceaseless calling, ...
The Dread Beyond Death
... Or the hound, though his fangs flash anear ...
The Lagoon
... The grass-tree lances spiked our flesh, ...
Noon On The Barrier Ranges
... A little span; The earth-hued lizard, on the sun-baked rock ...
The Shadow-Third
... And when they stroll through the street at times, ...
Twilight And Peace
... For the crushing heat lay heavy on each little flower and breast ...
