In The Gardens
i.m. Rosemary Dobson 1920-2012
In limitless gardens we plant
whatever we like; transient
as our flowers’ exotic smells
and colours, we seek attention
just as much as anyone else.
Everything is under control,
or so we think, though quickly gone.
We continue like this until
we happen upon a great stone
thrust up from the heart of the earth.
Its presence, far too powerful,
draws us into its orbit. Shocked,
we find we compare our worth
with the shape of a mighty rock.
Even the trees and distant hills
take their bearings from it, aligned
with a power that endures
when everything withers and fades.
We will resume our work, of course,
and eventually be replaced,
always mindful of the rewards
that cruel oblivion designed,
which the monolith ignores.
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