Leon Gellert

(1892 - 1977 / Australia)

Leon Gellert Poems

1. The Return 4/5/2010
2. Now ‘neath The Cool Stars 4/5/2010
3. The Speech Of Flattery 4/5/2010
4. The Hawk 4/5/2010
5. The Invocation Of Jealousy 4/5/2010
6. One Who Died: In Memory Of E.W.T.S. 4/5/2010
7. The Husband 4/5/2010
8. The Influence Of Lust 4/5/2010
9. The Old And The New 4/5/2010
10. Sights 4/5/2010
11. The Advice Of Treachery 4/5/2010
12. The Change 4/5/2010
13. The Cross 4/5/2010
14. The Dead 4/5/2010
15. The Dreamer 4/5/2010
16. The Song’s End 4/5/2010
17. To A Man Who Wished To Die 4/5/2010
18. The Bush Lover 4/5/2010
19. The Retirement Of Mars 4/5/2010
20. The Teacher 4/5/2010
21. Through A Porthole 4/5/2010
22. The Death 4/5/2010
23. The Wrecked Aeroplane 4/5/2010
24. The Christmas Beetle 4/5/2010
25. The Cry Of Mammon 4/5/2010
26. The House Delirious 4/5/2010
27. The Australian Muse 4/5/2010
28. The Epileptic 4/5/2010
29. The Moving Of The Shades 4/5/2010
30. These Men 4/5/2010
31. The Veteran 4/5/2010
32. Red 4/5/2010
33. The Grey World 4/5/2010
34. The Riddle Of The Sphinx 4/5/2010
35. The Coming Of War 4/5/2010
36. The Burial: In Memory Of W.L.E. 4/5/2010
37. The Soul Forsaken 4/5/2010
38. The Blind Man 4/5/2010
39. Rapine 4/5/2010
40. Memories 4/5/2010
Best Poem of Leon Gellert

Anzac Cove

There’s a lonely stretch of hillocks:
There’s a beach asleep and drear:
There’s a battered broken fort beside the sea.
There are sunken trampled graves:
And a little rotting pier:
And winding paths that wind unceasingly.
There’s a torn and silent valley:
There’s a tiny rivulet
With some blood upon the stones beside its mouth.
There are lines of buried bones:
There’s an unpaid waiting debt :
There’s a sound of gentle sobbing in the South.

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Anzac Cove

There’s a lonely stretch of hillocks:
There’s a beach asleep and drear:
There’s a battered broken fort beside the sea.
There are sunken trampled graves:
And a little rotting pier:
And winding paths that wind unceasingly.
There’s a torn and silent valley:
There’s a tiny rivulet
With some blood upon the stones beside its mouth.

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