Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Josephus Riley
The rum was rich and rare,There were wagers in the air,The atmosphere was rosy, and the tongues werewagging free;But one was in the revelWhose..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Jim's Whip
Yes, there it hangs upon the wallAnd never gives a sound,The hand that trimmed its greenhide fallIs hidden underground,There, in that patch of sallee..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
A Vision Out West
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest,And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving toward the westThe tiny fieldmice make..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
A Wayside Queen
She was born in the season of fire,When a mantle of murkiness layOn the front of the crimson Destroyer:And none knew the name of her sireBut the..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Desiree
Will she spring with a blush from the arms of Dawn,When the sleepy songsters pruneTheir dewy vestments on bush and thorn,And the jovial magpie winds..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Fogarty's Gin
A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall,And a message: ‘Come out to the back of the run—Be out at the stake-yards by rising of sun!Ride hard..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Featherstonhaugh
Brookong station lay half-asleepDozed in the waning western glare('Twas before the run had stocked with sheepAnd only cattle depastured there)As the..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
An Allegory
The fight was over, and the battle wonA soldier, who beneath his chieftain’s eyeHad done a might deed and done it well,And done it as the world will..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
A Memory
Adown the grass-grown paths we strayed,The evening cowslips ope’dTheir yellow eyes to look at her,The love-sick lilies mopedWith envy that she rather..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Where The Dead Men Lie
Out on the wastes of the Never Never -That's where the dead men lie!There where the heat-waves dance forever -That's where the dead men lie!That's..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
A Valentine
A Valentine The Bree was up; the floods were outAround the hut of Culgo Jim:The hand of God had broke the droughtAnd filled the channels to the..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
A Bushman's Love
You say we bushmen cannot love—Our lives are too prosaic: henceWe lose or lack that finer senseThat raises some few men aboveTheir fellows, setting..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Down The River
Hark, the sound of it drawing nearer,Clink of hobble and brazen bell;Mark the passage of stalwart shearer,Bidding Monaro soil farewell.Where is he..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
A Song
I've a kiss from a warmer loverThan maiden earth can be:She blew it up to the skies above her,And now it has come to me;From the far-away it has come..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
A Song From A Sandhill
Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly—The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky:Each drooping frond of pine has got a jewel at its tip—First a..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
A Song From A Sandhill
Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly—The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky:Each drooping frond of pine has got a jewel at its tip—First a..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Zone
We have struck the regions wherein we are keel or reef.The wind breaks over us,And against high sharp angles almost splits into words,And these are..
© Louise Bogan
To Be Sung On The Water
Beautiful, my delight,Pass, as we pass the wave.Pass, as the mottled nightLeaves what it cannot save,Scattering dark and bright.Beautiful, pass and..
© Louise Bogan
Statue And Birds
Here, in the withered arbor, like the arrested wind,Straight sides, carven knees,Stands the statue, with hands flung out in alarmOr..
© Louise Bogan
Cassandra
To me, one silly task is like another.I bare the shambling tricks of lust and pride.This flesh will never give a child its mother,—Song, like a wing..
© Louise Bogan
Words For Departure
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten.When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements,The window-sills were wet from rain in the..
© Louise Bogan
Leave-Taking
I do not know where either of us can turnJust at first, waking from the sleep of each other.I do not know how we can bearThe river struck by the gold..
© Louise Bogan
Solitary Observation Brought Back From A Sojourn In Hell
At midnight tearsRun in your ears.
© Louise Bogan
Chanson Un Peu Naïve
What body can be ploughed,Sown, and broken yearly?But she would not die, she vowed,But she has, nearly.Sing, heart sing;Call and carol clearly.And..
© Louise Bogan
A Tale
This youth too long has heard the breakOf waters in a land of change.He goes to see what suns can makeFrom soil more indurate and strange.He cuts..
© Louise Bogan