Robbie Coburn: ‘Mine’
Mine
And the dawn still comes without you.
The day’s airless dark that surrounds me
from every side
where the paddocks become
an endless voyage into nowhere.
I walk on, again, the only voice my own
murmuring for my knees to break
at the earth’s mouth.
I am afraid.
I drive alone across the freeway,
beyond the cars and the thousands of lives
carried towards nowhere
I am here
and you could be anywhere.
Robbie Coburn
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