Poems of Gwen Harwood
|7.||In The Park||8/3/2008|
|9.||The Glass Jar||4/20/2012|
|11.||'Thought is Surrounded by a Halo'||4/20/2012|
So the light falls, and so it fell
on branched leaved with flocking birds.
Loght stole a citys weight to swell
the coloured lofe of stone. Your words
hung weightless in my ear: Remember me.
All words except those words were drowned
in the fresh babbling rush of spring.
In summer's dream-filled light one sound