Treasure Island

James Phillip McAuley

(12 October 1917 – 15 October 1976 / Lakemba, New South Wales)

Credo


That each thing is a word
Requiring us to speak it;
From the ant to the quasar,
From clouds to ocean floor-

The meaning not ours, but found
In the mind deeply submissive
To the grammar of existence,
The syntax of the real;

So that alien is changed
To human, thing into thinking:
For the world's bare tokens
We pay golden coin,

Stamped with the king's image;
And poems are prophecy
Of a new heaven and earth,
A rumour of resurrection.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 09, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, May 09, 2012

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