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The heart holds, like remembered music,
a landscape grown too dark to see.
And in a way a poem is like a wine glass in which you can hold up a little bit of reality and taste it.
Mother who gave me life
I think of women bearing
women. Forgive me the wisdom
I would not learn from you.
If eternal life can be given
let me have it again as a child
among those whom I did not love
enough, while they lived.
If by some chance I wrote
a fine immortal poem
it would have a mortal theme.
Heat like a settling animal
shivers and curls across the lake.
Years cannot move
nor death's disorienting scale
distort those lamplit presences...
The wind walks on the sea,
printing the water's face with charity.
Poets are lovers. Critics are
mean, solitary masturbators.
Sometimes my poetry is an attempt to keep off existential terror; sometimes it is a grappling with philosophical problems; sometimes just fun.
What's grief but the after-blindness
of the spirit's dazzle of love?
Let music bless
all hopes, all loves, however odd.
Music, my joy, my full-scale God.
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On Monday mornings I am dedicated to the proposition that all men are created jerks.
H. Allen Smith
June 8, 1920
December 9, 1995
Gwen Harwood née Gwendoline Nessie Foster was an Australian poet and librettist. Gwen Harwood is regarded as one of Australia's finest poets, publishing over 420 works, including 386 poems and 13 librettos.
Collected poems, 1943-1995 (1991)
Mappings of the Plane: New Selected Poems
The present tense (1995)
The Best 100 Poems of Gwen Harwood
The lion's bride (1981)
Gwen Harwood on Wikipedia
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