The hydrangeas
for Anne
have been holding their breath
since you brought them,
a good fist of the most
astonishing hue,
whose jug I have replenished
twice, each time half expecting
to hear a desperate gulp
as I bore their blue bobbing heads
back to my desk—
balloons of pent air
a complexion so intense
they seem to emanate the mystical
auras given to saints.
I can hardly look at them without
becoming breathless,
without feeling as if
I need to suck in a quick lung-full
for them—
tell myself,
I am not a person who
would stand by and watch another
drown, tell myself I could be
one who dives in even if
fully clothed and unable to swim.
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