Two Poems
I’ve never met you but
one morning there was
a photo of you on
my kitchen table.
I had to cover
you over with my hand.
Your smile looked like
a warm hug
and made me want
too much.
Tracking
The sunset is chasing the tracks of cirrus
across the sky.
Orange lengthens to violet, darkening
upwards to night,
wooing stars, those
beacons to what we can’t fathom,
all of us leaning incessantly
towards the hope of
a heart beating back.
Elizabeth Lewis
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