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Australian poetry

Echoes

By Robert Gray

A yacht lies down
in my window, on the harbour
the dusk has come.

Grass Notes

By Sarah Day

did it come in the bark of a dog
in the eucalypt air,

the marsupial faces tilted, listening,
or the ghostly skin and the foreign hair,

Summer Rain Front, North Coast

By Martin Harrison

A summer rain front laces a trailing hat of mist
around the headland's mountain: a saucer of mist
scraping the treetops hanging over rock outcrops

Poems a Long Way After Basho

By Rosemary Dobson

I breathe the leaves of the basil
It has news for me—
For all my senses

The Gentle Creatures

By Chris Wallace-Crabbe

Like wallabies we hurtle
This way and that
Unworried whether the world
Be round or flat.

Aftermath

By Michael Brennan

In back wards, sea spray thinning ash as the city
turned from itself, the ocean which brought it, faces off

Classifying the Animals

By Robert Gray

There are those that in the distance seem a swarm of gnats
those that with their barking try to rally us in a campaign against the stars
those that torment their prey

Day

By Aidan Coleman

Wake with a kiss on your lips.
The sun steps down through trees.
You sit in the corner of my eye
all morning, working on something.

May 29

By Aidan Coleman

A lucky rain
misted
the far hills to fresco

Any place to go

By Michael Brennan

Days later, not long after we left the convent,
the war ended. I promised to take her directly
to the train station, but the sight of her
on the back seat scrambling out of that uniform,