Hal G.P. Colebatch: Two Poems
Good deed
A ladybird lifted
From the green pool where it clung
To a drowning petal.
Hal G.P. Colebatch
At Crawley
These children playing
On the grass above the still blue river
With its black swans, sparkle of shells
And flashing silver of bait-fish
Cannot guess
What memories they are storing up.
Hal G.P. Colebatch
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
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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
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2 mins