In memoriam Professor Wilkes I remember his robes Riffling en route Striding the halls I hallowed A magpie writ large Eye keen, amused ’Neath shock fringe Some called him God, I thought Father Time And he had time, to ponder, talk, discuss Not always rushing to meetings Turning spires into coffers Poems into profit He was old school And in the tech and coin lingua franca of now The measured parchment rustle Of the old school Is missed. Kim Morrison   Barry Spurr, Literary Editor, writes: Professor Gerald Alfred Wilkes, Foundation Professor of Australian Literature and Challis Professor of English…