Bruce Beaver Poems
- Old Flame I was friendly with a woman once. It was an ...
- Monolith At the foot of a northern pylon of the Harbour ...
- Letters To Live Poets (I) God knows what was done to you. I ...
- Poems For Adrienne Rich (Iii) As you say in another way ...
- Letters To Live Poets (Xii) Three anti-depressants and one ...
- Letters To Live Poets (Vi) Pain, the problem of, not ...
- Lauds And Plants (Xiv) <i>Like a bridge over troubled ...
Beaver was born in Manly, New South Wales. He was educated at the Manly Public School and at the Sydney Boys' High School. He worked at a number of jobs, as a cow farmer, in radio, as a wages clerk, a surveyor's labourer, fruit-picker, proof-reader and journalist, before deciding to write full-time. From 1958 to 1962, he lived in New Zealand and Norfolk Island.
In 1961 Beaver's first book of poetry was published. He wrote his first poem in response to the dropping of the atomic bomb at Hiroshima, and continued to write even while working as a labourer. Thanks to his marriage, he was able to become a full-time writer. Even though he suffered from bipolar ... more »
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I was friendly with a woman once.
It was an unusual experience.
There were certain innate boundaries
and the inevitably marked frontiers.
Occasionally one crossed them to meet the other.
It apparently had something to do with sex.
Before I had a chance to explain my shortcomings
she quickly justified her limitations.
A woman senses things at once — so does a man.
Though not wholly man or woman I call myself man
because as they say a womb makes all the difference.
(This living in the sphere of double distortion
is everything the priests promised and more ...