Biography of Hugh McCrae
Hugh Raymond McCrae was an Australian writer.
McCrae was born in Melbourne, the son of the Australian author George Gordon McCrae. He was originally articled to an architect, but later took upon writing and acting, settling eventually in Sydney and Camden. His works are notable for a sense of lightness and delicacy, and he had produced, in addition to a volume of memoirs, a considerable body of verse, and a light operetta, an edition of his grandmother's journal, and a volume of prose pieces.
He wrote a fantasy play The Ship of Heaven which was produced by the Independent Theatre in 1933, for which Alfred Hill composed and conducted the music.
McCrae was well known to a number of distinguished figures in Australian artistic and literary circles. He is remembered for his friendships with Norman Lindsay and Kenneth Slessor, but he was also friendly with such figures as Christopher Brennan and Shaw Neilson.
Hugh McCrae's Works:
Satyrs and Sunlight (1909)
Satyrs and Sunlight (1928; Fanfrolico Press)
The Mimshi Maiden (1938)
Forests of Pan (1944)
Voice of the Forest (1945)
Story-Book Only (1948)
The Ship of Heaven (1951)
My Father and My Fathers Friends. Sydney: Angus and Robertson, 1935
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Hugh McCrae Poems
Song Of The Rain
Night, and the yellow pleasure of candle-light.... old brown books and the kind, fine face of the clock fogged in the veils of the fire - it's cuddling tock.
The bleak faced Winter, with his braggart winds (Coiled to his scrawny throat in tattered black), Posts down the highway of his late domain, His spurs like leeches in his bleeding hack.
SHE looked on me with sadder eyes than Death, And, moving through the large, autumnal trees, Failed like a phantom on the bitter breath Of midnight; and the unillumined seas
A Bridal Song
SHE is more sparkling beautiful Than dawn-light seen thro’ tears The weeping worlds of Paradise Shed down upon the spheres. Her eyes a ...
These spotted trousers, now too short, Were once some verses smoothly wrought, The worn-out bluchers on my feet Twin sonnets to My Lady Sweet,
Song Of The Rain
and the yellow pleasure of candle-light....
old brown books and the kind, fine face of the clock
fogged in the veils of the fire - it's cuddling tock.
greening her eyes on the flame-litten mat;
wickedly, wakeful she yawns at the rain
bending the roses over the pane,