Vonda Stanley's collection of early Australian bush poems



A length of gut whereon the horsehairs whine,

The tapping of a hammer on a string,

A reed vibrating; these things, more than wine,

Or drugs, or even sleep itself, will bring

Dreams into life, and tears, salter than bitter brine.

Such visions, drawn in sorrow or in mirth

Out of these common, unconsidered toys,

---By breath or finger swiftly brought to birth---

Are proof, in their too evanescent joys,

Of the divinity that dwells in things of earth.


Helen De Guerry Simpson 

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