The Drover’s Song - Patrick Durack

Cheerily sings the drover
With his stock so fat and sleek
Up to the border and over
His fortune for to seek.

The tale of the light roan cow - Mary Durack

Have you heard the tale of the light roan cow
With the minus off-side ear
That Paddy found, On neighbouring ground
While mustering far and near?

A Box of Clouds - Sonia Phillips

To teach is
To make wings for ideas,
Watching with joy as fearful cocoons break

Sold - Anne E Thompson

I held you,
Your weight light on my hip
As I touched your button nose
With mine,
Peered deep into
Shining eyes,
Because you are my world.

How Heavy The Days - Hermann Hesse

How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,

When I shall come to you - Cathal O’Byrne

Of the dim woods, inlaid
With the jasper and jade
Of the green light that falls
Through the aisles, o'er the walls
Of the dark leafy fane,

Making Peace - Denise Levertov

A voice from the dark called out,
"The poets must give us
imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar
imagination of disaster. Peace, not only
the absence of war."

Enough - Otto Julius Bierbaum

A Knight rode through the ripened grain,
No spurs he had and loose his rein.
The horse that feasted on his walk
Snatched many a ripe and yellow stalk.

Epistle to Daedalus - Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão

Why you gave to your son plumage wax wings
if the powerfull sun at the sky would undo them?

Vondel's Lucifer (Act I, lines 223-281) - Joost van den Vondel

Belzebub:
Great is man's might, that thus even ours out-grows!

Distant Yet Never So Close - Blanca Varela

distant yet never so close
we walk a sinking earth
lying down on her or simply standing
we feel the bucking of time

The Fair Agnete - Agnes Miegel

When Sir Ulrich’s widow in church knelt to pray,
From the church yard toward her floated a lay.
The organ on high did cease to sound,
The priests and the boys all stood spellbound;

The Banana Plant - Euphrase Kezilahabi

The banana plant lies on the ground, no longer of use,
having been cut down, reluctantly, by the workers in the garden.
Children, anxiously, wait till time's up.
There's nothing in the garden,
other than a sorrowful wind
that makes the grass shiver and moan.

My Inner Zone: The half moon over Mojacar - Susanne Jorn

A POMEGRANATE
A SMALL TORTOISESHELL
A POMEGRANATE

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Most wonderfully lovely pomegranate tree.
Most wonderfully beautiful pomegranate.
Love’s pomegranate-red fruit.

Nothing more.