Poems

All I’m Saying Marco Polo Describes the Giraffe Eland Pliny ’s Tale of the Dolphin -Boy The Matter of Miracles 24th of December Penneshaw Permutations Fabulous Eyelids HURRICANE WATCH PERSEPHON

Poems

Egina Walking out in the Clare Valley La Fontaine de Vaucluse Leaves A vase of wild daffodils Bard-Birt

DESERT ISLAND FANTASIA

In another life I would have fallen in love with you We would have been ship-wrecked. that\u27s true, washed ashore changing to each other inside a cradle of kelp

At This Time (for Clare), To Emily Kate On Her Birth 11 August 1994 (for the original Emily, Marina, Greg, Rebecca)

AT THIS TIME (for Clare), TO EMILY KATE ON HER BIRTH 11 August 1994 (for the original Emily, Marina, Greg, Rebecca

Poems

DAVID UNAIPON: NARROONDARIE\u27S WIVES, WHY?, SURVIVING DARKNESS (for Vincent & Ruth Megaw), A WINDOW VIEW (for Anna Rutherford

Novelist with Wheels for Lloyd Fernando

Though you are for now in a wheel-chair for meetings in public, because it\u27s your sari-soft hand I\u27m holding I don\u27t feel I\u27m bending, kneeling, \u27God forbid\u27 I hear your thought say in the silence of a smile. The words we always were to each other have resisted impairment and decay. It\u27s horses for courses as usual, so galloping is not on for the present. But resuming a golden gait is — not, I mean Straight is the Gate, a text you know better than me anyway. Your patient ambition to climb a mountain a few toe and finger metres high will be applauded by companies of butterflies spraying, by fireflies incandescent in the Malacca day and the Malay night enamoured of your inexhaustible charm, your placing the wrong word and the right word on the notice-board for the public to see and judge and improve, and for generations honey-hived by love