Gwen Harwood (8 June 1920 – 4 December 1995 / Taringa, Queensland)
Comments about Gwen Harwood
So the light falls, and so it fell
on branched leaved with flocking birds.
Loght stole a citys weight to swell
the coloured lofe of stone. Your words
hung weightless in my ear: Remember me.
All words except those words were drowned
in the fresh babbling rush of spring.
In summer's dream-filled light one sound