James Phillip McAuley
James Phillip McAuley Poems
- Because My father and my mother never quarrelled. They were ...
- Magpie The magpie's mood is never surly every morning, ...
- Pieta A year ago you came Early into the light. You lived a...
- Winter Morning Spring stars glitter in the freezing ...
- Credo That each thing is a word Requiring us to speak ...
- Iris Not how you would be thought of, your color Being grey,...
- Durer: Innsbruck, 1495 I had often, cowled in the slumbrous ...
James Phillip McAuley was an Australian academic, poet, journalist, literary critic and a prominent convert to Roman Catholicism.
Life and career
McAuley was born in Lakemba, a suburb of Sydney. He was educated at Fort Street High School and then attended Sydney University where he majored in English, Latin and philosophy. In 1937 he edited Hermes, the annual literary journal of the University of Sydney Union, in which many of his early poems were published until 1941.
He began his life as an Anglican and was sometime organist and choirmaster at Holy Trinity Church, Dulwich Hill in Sydney. McAuley lost his Christian faith as a younger man.
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My father and my mother never quarrelled.
They were united in a kind of love
As daily as the Sydney Morning Herald,
Rather than like the eagle or the dove.
I never saw them casually touch,
Or show a moment’s joy in one another.
Why should this matter to me now so much?
I think it bore more hardly on my mother,
Who had more generous feelings to express.
My father had dammed up his Irish blood
Against all drinking praying fecklessness,
And stiffened into stone and creaking wood.
His lips would make a switching sound, as though