Daily Archives: July 8, 2015

Poem – Faces In The Street – Henry Lawson 

They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone  That want is here a stranger, and that misery’s unknown;  For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet  My window-sill is level with the faces in … Continue reading

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Poem – A Bush Girl – Henry Lawson 

She’s milking in the rain and dark,  As did her mother in the past.  The wretched shed of poles and bark,  Rent by the wind, is leaking fast.  She sees the “home-roof” black and low,  Where, balefully, the hut-fire gleams—  … Continue reading

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Poem –  Having Crossed The River – Kabir 

Having crossed the river,  where will you go, O friend?  There’s no road to tread,  No traveler ahead,  Neither a beginning, nor an end.  There’s no water, no boat, no boatman, no cord;  No earth is there, no sky, no … Continue reading

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