Bernard O'Dowd Poems
|2.||Love And Sacrifice||1/1/2004|
|5.||True America's Message||1/1/2004|
|8.||Last Stanzas Of The Bush||1/1/2004|
|9.||Sloth (I) & (Ii)||1/1/2004|
|15.||Witch Of Our Wilderness||9/1/2014|
|18.||Alma Venus! [excerpt]||9/1/2014|
|20.||A Keynote [extract]||9/1/2014|
|21.||Dominions Of The Boundary||9/1/2014|
This love, that dares not warm before its flame
Our yearning hands, or from its tempting tree
Yield fruit we may consume, or let us claim
In Hymen's scroll of happy heraldry
The twining glyphs of perfect you and me --
May kindle social fires whence curls no blame,
Find gardens where no fruits forbidden be,
And mottoes weave, unsullied by a shame.
For, love, unmothered Childhood wanly waits
For such as you to cherish it to Youth:
Raw social ...
Last Stanzas Of The Bush
WHERE is Australia, singer, do you know?
These sordid farms and joyless factories,
Mephitic mines and lanes of pallid woe?
Those ugly towns and cities such as these
With incense sick to all unworthy power,
And all old sin in full malignant flower?
No! to her bourn her children still are faring:
She is a temple that we are to build:
For her the ages have been long preparing: