Edwin James Brady
Edwin James Brady Poems
- Vive Anarchy With the lifting of the curtain, Distance, ...
- The Great Grey Water Now two have met, now two have met, ...
- The 'Bulletin' Stairs The Mecca of Bohemian men Was ...
- Twilight When a heavy surf is droning In the twilight on ...
- Dross And Gold **Life is dross, but Love is gold* So, ...
- Roderic Quinn No more will Rod his lyrics sing, As ...
- Lost And Given Over A Mermaid’s not a human thing, An’ ...
Edwin James Brady, journalist and writer, was born on 7 August 1869 at Carcoar, New South Wales, son of Irish parents, Edward John Brady, mounted police constable, and his wife Hannah, née Kenny. His father had migrated first to the United States of America where he had fought in the civil war. Brady was educated at Oberon Public School, then in Washington D.C. where his family settled in 1881. Homesick they returned to Sydney next year, and Brady went to two Catholic schools, then in 1884 passed the junior public examination from St Patrick's Boys' School. He worked on the Ben Buckler sewer and matriculated, but only attended a few evening lectures at the University of... more »
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The Great Grey Water
Now two have met, now two have met,
Who may not meet again—
Two grains of sand, two blades of grass,
Two threads within the skein—
Beside the Great Grey Water.
Two hands to touch, two hearts to touch;
And, here forgathered, we
Will not forget, may not forget,
Where last forgathered three—
Beyond the Great Grey Water.
Two glasses filled, two pipes to fill—
‘To all our fortunes, brother!’
And as they clink—like so—we drink
Fair passage to the other
Across the Great Grey Water.