Roland Robinson,was born in Country Clare, Ireland in 1912. At the age of 9, in 1921 was brought to Australia. After only a brief education he worked in various jobs, mainly in the bush as a roustabout, boundary-rider, railway fettler, fencer, dam-builder, gardener and as a life long love - a ballet dancer.
Robinson's first published poetry appeared in Beyond the Grass-Tree Spears published in 1944. He served in the Australian Army. His love of the Australian landscape and everyday scenes were inspiration for his poetry. He was one of the most dedicated poets to the Jindyworobak Movement.
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Roland Robinson Poems
Over the plains of the whitening grass and the stunted mulga the drovers pass, and in the red dust cloud, each side of the cattle, the native stockmen ride.
From the hollow trees in their native home them old fellows cut the honeycomb. On honey and little white grubs they fed,
The Ruined Homestead
White birds, frightened from silver grass, whose blood-rose breasts and wings are thrown like petals settling down the pass,
The Sermon of the Birds
I was clearing thirty or forty acres once Out in the western range near Nightcap Mountain. And as I was working, I heard a gathering of the crows
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Over the plains of the whitening grass
and the stunted mulga the drovers pass,
and in the red dust cloud, each side
of the cattle, the native stockmen ride.
And day after day lays bare the same
endless plains as the way they came,
and ever the cloven ranges lie
at the end of the land and the opal sky.
With creak of pack and saddle leather,
and chink of chain and bit together,
with moan of the herd with hobble and bell
they come to the tanks at the tea-tree well.
And through corroding blood-red hills
by sanded rivers the Gulf-rain ...