Ever After
“At the Flood”
I remember our first night together,
camped on the floor at your sister’s,
the fire snapping and cackling
like a squab imp beside us.
I could barely see you in the gloom
of shadows wavering up the wall,
but watched your kind eyes smile.
Next day we climbed the Hill
to clear our heads, and our cold breath
caught into eddies and swirls.
It scares me to think you were
too shy to ask to meet again;
and if I hadn’t blurted out
in my impulsive way, those few hours
might have ebbed, not
surged on into a turbulent flow
towards here, this room, this laughter.
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