Zora Bernice May Cross
Zora Bernice May Cross was an Australian poet, novelist and journalist.
She was born in Brisbane, and was educated at Ipswich Girls' Grammar School and then Sydney Teachers' College. She taught for three years and then worked as a journalist, for the Boomerang and then as a freelance writer.
After the failure of her first marriage she eventually lived in a de facto marriage with David McKee Wright. Zora'a first book of poetry, A Song of Mother Love, was published in 1916. Songs of Love and life, a collection of love poetry thought at the time to be rather too frank, but which proved popular enough to appear is several editions, followed in 1917.
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Zora Bernice May Cross Poems
The New Moon
What have you got in your knapsack fair, White moon, bright moon, pearling the air, Spinning your bobbins and fabrics free, Fleet moon, sweet moon, in to the sea?
Late, late last night, when the whole world slept, Along to the garden of dreams I crept. And I pulled the bell of an old, old house Where the moon dipped down like a little white mouse.
It’s holiday time on the hollyhock hills, And I wish you would come with me laddie-love, now, The butterfly-bells, from the Folly-fool rills, Will ring if you listen, and drop on your brow.
Oh! Bury me in books when I am dead, Fair quarto leaves of ivory and gold, And silk octavos, bound in brown and red, That tales of love and chivalry unfold.
Love Sonnet XV
Love, you have brought to me my perfect soul, More sweet than earthly things, more precious rare, Hiding its fragrance in my loosened hair
Love Sonnet X
And then came Science with her torch red-lit And cosmic marvels round her glowing head— The primal cell, the worm, the quadruped—
Dame Fortune’s jade with a fanciful horn Of silver ambitions she warns of the flame; With pearls for the princes and tears night and morn For poor little poets who fluttered for fame,
Sonnet Of Motherhood VI
I’d have you love my body as my soul, Praise it and magnify it night and day, Knowing its sweetness blossoms out of clay
Love Sonnet XLII
My true mind makes as many loves of you As my full heart contentedly can hold. And when the one grows dull, the other cold,
Love Sonnet LX
My mind and heart both love you utterly. And so each thought of mine is doubly yours, And all my will about your body pours
Love Sonnet XXI
If there should be a moon above the hill To-night, dip down with me into the sea Of our first passion, and, with naked glee,
Love Sonnet XXIX
Dearest, there is no part of us, but air And earth are counterparts. Your fragrant eyes Touching my own, some essence of the skies
Love Sonnet XXVIII
Give me a child!! Dear Heart, we have loved long, Draining each other’s sweetness to the last Wild drops of honeyed madness falling fast
Sonnet Of Motherhood XLV
Dearest, your mother feels (though dead) this birth— Laughs at the fire within your shining eyes— Your eyes, yet mine, wherein such glory lies
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The New Moon
What have you got in your knapsack fair,
White moon, bright moon, pearling the air,
Spinning your bobbins and fabrics free,
Fleet moon, sweet moon, in to the sea?
Turquoise and beryl and rings of gold,
Clear moon, dear moon, ne’er to be sold?
Roses and lilies, romance and love,
Still moon, chill moon, swinging above?
Slender your feet as a white birds throat,
High moon, shy moon, drifting your boat
Into the murk of the world awhile,
Slim moon, dim moon, adding a smile.
Tender your eyes as a maiden’s kiss,
Fine moon, wine moon, no one knows this,