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Dame Mary Gilmore DBE's Poetry, by first line

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  • The Waradgery Tribe
    Harried we were, and spent,
    broken and falling,
    16 lines, 7 comments
  • The First Thrush
    Though leaves have fallen long since,
    The wagtails flirt and flit,
    30 lines
  • Pejar Creek
    Deep in the meadow grass
    Easy stand the cattle,
    40 lines
  • O Singer in Brown
    O, singer in brown!
    O, bird o' th' morn!
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • Eve- Song
    I span and Eve span
    A thread to bind the heart of man;
    28 lines
  • A Little Ghost
    The moonlight flutters from the sky
    To meet her at the door,
    32 lines, 3 comments
  • Marri'd
    IT’S singin’ in an’ out,
    An’ feelin’ full of grace;
    44 lines, 5 comments
  • Sweethearts
    IT’S gettin’ bits o’ posies,
    ’N’ feelin’ mighty good;
    29 lines
  • The Dear Old Town
    When I first saw the dear old town
    Emus went walking up and down,
    12 lines
  • Good-Night
    Good-night! . . . my darling sleeps so sound
    She cannot hear me where she lies;
    12 lines
  • Old Botany Bay
    "I'm old
    Botany Bay;
    31 lines, 1 comment
  • The Light On Her Hair
    "O, what would you do if you came to my house
    And found the door shut and the candles all out,
    38 lines
  • The Undelivered
    As the soft gloaming fell,
    And the flowers closed their eyes,
    11 lines
  • Horses Of The Mind
    Beautiful are they, that, ranging on the mountains,
    Crop the green pasture, and drink at the fountains;
    18 lines
  • The Bull
    Bellow, bull, bellow!
    Low thy dark sound
    91 lines
  • The Song Of The Hand
    Blessed be God who gave us the need
    To break the clod for the good round seed;
    33 lines
  • Honing Up The Hill
    Blue were the waters,
    And bluer was the sky,
    34 lines
  • Mother And Son
    Bom of my spirit, still mine in loss or merit,
    Child of my body, and fondling of my heart,
    58 lines
  • An Old Man Speaks
    Bride weather it is, my lad,
    And old bones feel it today;
    43 lines
  • Job xxviii, 7, 8
    Dark woman of long grief,
          Whither go you today?
    23 lines
  • Doin' the Boots for Sunday
    Edgin’ the doorway all the time—
    Cussin’ the boots for Sunday!
    8 lines, 1 comment
  • Autumn Leaves
    Gathered in page by page,
    Where once we bound in sheaves,
    8 lines
  • Gallipoli
    Had he never been born he was mine:
    Since he was born he never was mine:
    21 lines, 1 comment
  • Eternal Claim
    He hath kissed me and burned me, he with his mouth;
    Hath sucked up my life and parched me with his drouth;
    8 lines
  • The Brucedale Scandal
    Himself and me put in the trap
          And daundered into town,
    97 lines
  • Horn Mad I' The Moon
    Horn mad i' the moon,
    I dancing go,
    43 lines
  • A Cradle Song
    Husha-husha-bye!
          In a lamb's skin
    18 lines
  • Language
    Say now, Horatio, has language hours?
    Sleeps it awhile, to wake again renewed,
    29 lines
  • The Pendulum
    In flight eternally, the pendulum
    Makes answer to a rhythm that no man knows,
    58 lines
  • The Song Of The Woman Drawer
    I am the woman-drawer,
          I am the cry;
    23 lines
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