Louis Esson Poems
- The Shearers Wife Before the glare o’ dawn I rise To milk ...
- The Old Black Billy An' Me The sheep are yarded, an’ I ...
- Brogan's Lane There's a crack in the city—down that sharp ...
- Caprice Blue and gold, and mist and sunlight, Veils of ...
- The Cradle Song Baby, O baby, fain you are for bed, ...
Thomas Buvelot Esson (Louis),was born in Edingurgh,Scotland and moved to Australia with his mother after his father died when Louis was three years old. He majored in English and French at Melbourne University. He was dissatisfied with Australian literary offerings of the time so travelled to France, England and Ireland. It was in Ireland that he was encouraged to return to Australia to write ... more »
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The Shearers Wife
Before the glare o’ dawn I rise
To milk the sleepy cows, an’ shake
The droving dust from tired eyes,
Look round the rabbit traps, then bake
The children’s bread.
There’s hay to stook, an’ beans to hoe,
An’ ferns to cut in the scrub below,
Women must work, when men must go
Shearing from shed to shed.
I patch an’ darn, now evening comes,
An’ tired I am with labour sore,
Tired o’ the bush, the cows, the gums,
Tired, but we must dree for long months more
What no tongue tells.
The moon is lonely in the sky,
Lonely the bush, an’ lonely ...