Driving Through Wattle
Driving Through Wattle
First it grips the base of a hill
far away, then its bright yellow
wanders amongst the forest trees
like holy breath, drawing close until,
tall as eucalypts, it crowds
them aside with shouts of gold
and a sudden crash of scent.
It’s as if we breached a portal
to belong in another life
and, afterwards alone, still dazed
and vacant because a grace
went out of us, have this belief:
offer up in wonderment
all the joy of being mortal.
Leon Trainor
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.
Aug 29 2024
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