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When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet,
And across the distant timber you can SEE the flowing heat;
When your head is hot and aching, and the shadeless plain is wide,
And it's fifteen miles to water in the scrub the other side --

Said Grenfell to my Spirit

© Henry Lawson

Said Grenfell to my spirit, "Youve been writing very free
Of the charms of other places, and you dont remember me.
You have claimed another native place and think its Natures law,
Since you never paid a visit to a town you never saw:

September On Jessore Road

© Allen Ginsberg

Millions of babies watching the skies
Bellies swollen, with big round eyes
On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts
No place to shit but sand channel ruts

Scots of the Riverina

© Henry Lawson

The boy cleared out to the city from his home at harvest time --
They were Scots of the Riverina, and to run from home was a crime.
The old man burned his letters, the first and last he burned,
And he scratched his name from the Bible when the old wife's back was turned.

Send Round the Hat

© Henry Lawson

Now this is the creed from the Book of the Bush
Should be simple and plain to a dunce:
"If a mans in a hole you must pass round the hat
Were he jail-bird or gentleman once."

Since Then

© Henry Lawson

I met Jack Ellis in town to-day --
Jack Ellis -- my old mate, Jack --
Ten years ago, from the Castlereagh,
We carried our swags together away
To the Never-Again, Out Back.

Shadows Before

© Henry Lawson

"Like clouds o'er the South are the nations who reign
On fair islands that we would command;
But clouds that are darker and denser than these
Have sailed from an Isle in the Northern Seas
And rest on our Southern Land.

Sonnet 95: Yet Sighs, dear Sighs

© Sir Philip Sidney

Yet Sighs, dear Sighs, indeed true friends you are,
That do not leave your least friend at the worst,
But as you with my breast I oft have nurs'd,
So grateful now you wait upon my care.

SelfDiffidence

© William Cowper

Source of love, and light of day,

Tear me from myself away;

Sonnet: To Time

© Sylvia Plath

Today we move in jade and cease with garnet
Amid the ticking jeweled clocks that mark
Our years. Death comes in a casual steel car, yet
We vaunt our days in neon and scorn the dark.

Since The Majority Of Me

© Philip Larkin

Since the majority of me
Rejects the majority of you,
Debating ends forwith, and we
Divide. And sure of what to do

Skin

© Philip Larkin

Obedient daily dress,
You cannot always keep
That unfakable young surface.
You must learn your lines -
Anger, amusement, sleep;
Those few forbidding signs

Sinners, Turn, Why Will Ye Die?

© Charles Wesley

Sinners, turn, why will ye die?

God, your Maker, asks you why?

Solar

Suspended lion face
Spilling at the centre
Of an unfurnished sky
How still you stand,

Send No Money

Standing under the fobbed
Impendent belly of Time
Tell me the truth, I said,
Teach me the way things go.

Story

Settled. And in this mirage lived his dreams,
The friendly bully, saint, or lovely chum
According to his moods. Yet he at times
Would think about his village, and would wonder
If the children and the rocks were still the same.