Three Poems
The Solace of the Stilt
i
It’s unfortunate
for sure, stilt, to be famous
only for your legs.
ii
Still, stilt, isn’t “stilt”
better than your lesser known
moniker, “longshanks”?
iii
Yes, lamentable,
the length of your legs, stilt—yet
they’re pretty in pink!
Sand-Bathing
Little crop circles …
only, they’re not in a crop
of wheat or barley
but in the litter of leaves
on the forest floor …
made not by pranksters
or aliens … but by quails
wanting a place to sand-bathe.
Perceptions
What I see as beauty
he sees as delicacy,
my Aboriginal friend
aiming his rifle
at the bush turkey,
the bustard we spotted
while on driveabout
in his battered Land Rover.
Madam: Archbishop Fisher (July-August 2024) does not resist the attacks on his church by the political, social or scientific atheists and those who insist on not being told what to do.
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6 mins
To claim Aborigines have the world's oldest continuous culture is to misunderstand the meaning of culture, which continuously changes over time and location. For a culture not to change over time would be a reproach and certainly not a cause for celebration, for it would indicate that there had been no capacity to adapt. Clearly this has not been the case
Aug 20 2024
23 mins
A friend and longtime supporter of Quadrant, Clive James sent us a poem in 2010, which we published in our December issue. Like the Taronga Park Aquarium he recalls in its 'mocked-up sandstone cave' it's not to be forgotten
Aug 16 2024
2 mins