Morning Song
Risen from my slumbering mind
I wake to find you before me
wide eyed and with smiling face,
our eyes a transparent film
through which our heart’s
light shone, each to each.
This happiness which has no secrets,
the heart’s undeceiving joy,
illumes and cleanses
the unseen depths of pain,
washing away our death
and all of our reasons to die.
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