I lived from 1890-1964. I was from Australia, and am in the Oceania category.
Zora Cross was born in Brisbane, Queensland. She was educated at a number of schools in Brisbane and Sydney before attending Teachers' College. Zora taught primary school for some time, but left to give birth to her first child.
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.
The 1920s saw the continuation of war poetry, both celebrating the exploits of the fighting men and lamenting the realities of war. Zora Cross’s Elegy on an Australian schoolboy, a poem about her young brother who was killed in the war, is an example of the latter. She is best-known for her 1917 book, Songs of love.
Zora Cross died in the Blue Mountain region of New South Wales in 1964
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.
The 1920s saw the continuation of war poetry, both celebrating the exploits of the fighting men and lamenting the realities of war. Zora Cross’s Elegy on an Australian schoolboy, a poem about her young brother who was killed in the war, is an example of the latter. She is best-known for her 1917 book, Songs of love.
Zora Cross died in the Blue Mountain region of New South Wales in 1964
Popular poetry
- Who’s that dancing on the moonlight air,
Heel tapping, Toe-heel rapping?16 lines, 2 comments - What have you got in your knapsack fair,
White moon, bright moon, pearling the air,16 lines - Late, late last night, when the whole world slept,
Along to the garden of dreams I crept.24 lines, 1 comment - Oh! Bury me in books when I am dead,
Fair quarto leaves of ivory and gold,20 lines, 2 comments - It’s holiday time on the hollyhock hills,
And I wish you would come with me laddie-love, now,17 lines, 1 comment - Dame Fortune’s jade with a fanciful horn
Of silver ambitions she warns of the flame;24 lines - I would not curse your England, wise as slow,
Just as unjust in deed.70 lines - What have you more than I, who crave you so?
Have I not hands and feet and thoughts to tell?14 lines - In me there is a vast and lonely place,
Where none, not even you, have walked in sight.14 lines - A miracle of miracles is here.
Take off your shoes. This place is holy ground.14 lines
