Dorothea Mackellar Poems
- Fire This life that we call our own Is neither strong nor ...
- The Colours Of Light This is not easy to understand For you ...
- My Country The love of field and coppice, Of green and ...
- Australia's Men THERE are some that go for love of a ...
- Dawn At the dawning of the day, On the road to ...
- Colour The lovely things that I have watched ...
- The Open Sea From my window I can see, Where the sandhills ...
Isobel Marion Dorothea Mackellar was an Australian poet and fiction writer.
Life and Works
The only daughter of noted physician and parliamentarian Sir Charles Mackellar, she was born in Sydney in 1885. Although raised in a professional urban family, Mackellar's poetry is usually regarded as quintessential bush poetry, inspired by her experience on her brothers' farms near Gunnedah, North-West New South Wales.
Her best-known poem is My Country, written at age 19 while homesick in England, and first published in the London Spectator in 1908 under the title Core of My Heart. The second stanza of this poem is amongst the most well-known in Australia. Four ... more »
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This life that we call our own
Is neither strong nor free;
A flame in the wind of death,
It trembles ceaselessly.
And this all we can do
To use our little light
Before, in the piercing wind,
It flickers into night:
To yield the heat of the flame,
To grudge not, but to give
Whatever we have of strength,
That one more flame may live.