I Never Found Those Lips Again
I Never Found Those Lips Again
I never found those lips again
my final preference for her kiss
I never thought that I could bend
when she had gone it felt the end
sorrow broke open an abyss
I never found those lips again
kind words from a few mutual friends
who didn’t vanish into mist
I never thought that I could bend
some lovers with a soft pretend
their touch somehow always amiss
I never found those lips again
the helpful advice that offends
(there still too much I won’t dismiss)
I never thought that I could bend
an almost heal but never mend
the unannounced recall of bliss
I never found those lips again
I never thought that I could bend.
Joe Dolce
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
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2 mins