Faces In The Street

Faces In The Street

One of my favourite late 19th and early 20th century Australian poets is Henry Lawson. Here’s a taste of why. Faces In The Street by Henry Lawson They lie, the men who tell us, for reasons of their own, That want is here a stranger, and that misery’s unknown; For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet My window-sill is level with the faces in the street- Drifting past, drifting past, To the beat of weary feet- While I sorrow for the owners of those faces in the street. And cause I have to sorrow, in a land so young and fair, To see upon those faces stamped the

A Cat Named Sloopy

A Cat Named Sloopy

I thought I might share one of my favourite poems with you today. If you’ve ever heard Rod McKuen recite this, you’ll know how wonderfully touching it is. He is truly one of my all-time favourite poets, and was so lucky to have met him once briefly when I was young. Enjoy. A Cat Named Sloopy Rod McKuen In memory of my late fat cat Pashosh. For a while the only earth that Sloopy knew was in her sandbox. Two rooms on Fifty-fifth Street were her domain. Every night she’d sit in the window among the avocado plants waiting for me to come home (my arms full of canned liver

Mary Called Him Mister: Henry Lawson

Mary Called Him Mister: Henry Lawson

Every now and again I like to post a favourite Australian poem. So here we are again with an unusually light-hearted verse from the normally dark Henry Lawson. Mary Called Him Mister by Henry Lawson (1867-1922) They’d parted but a year ago – she thought he’d ne’er come back; She stammered, blushed, held out her hand, and called him “Mister Mack”. How could he know that all the while she longed to murmur “John”? — He called her “Miss le Brook”, and asked “How she was getting on”. They’d parted but a year before, they’d loved each other well, But he’d been down to Sydney since, and came back such

The Man from Snowy River

The Man from Snowy River

There is nothing that pumps stronger in the heart of true Australians than the Man From Snowy River. From its origins as a poem written in 1890 to songs and movies, it is the pulse of what it is to be Australian. The fact that the Snowy River was dammed in the 1950s and has now been reduced to a dried-up trickle, says a lot about our modern society’s lack of respect for nature. However, the great Aussie myth lives on. Image Source Destination NSW – Jindabyne The Man from Snowy River by A. B. ‘Banjo’ Paterson There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around That