War
(1)
(Retiro Park, Madrid)
Men died here, fighting from behind
Thick oaks, whose wet leaves working in
To mounds of earth suggest shared graves,
If little else, to judge from tight-
Lipped veterans marching back and forth
In their bemedalled best. Heads bowed
In thought, they seem unable to
Shrug off, inter survivors’ guilt,
The past that clings and rots, while trees
In weeping shed and bury theirs.
(2)
(Rethymnon, Crete)
The winter mountains clad like gods
In snow that only fell last night
Stand suddenly much closer to
A town still occupied with war,
Besieging with a stronger light
And fresher air the ruined streets
And fortress walls, as though they want,
Before the thaw and their retreat
Into the plains, to liberate
From memories the TPI’s
And widows always dressed in black
Who barely offer them a glance.
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.
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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
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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