James Phillip McAuley (12 October 1917 – 15 October 1976 / Lakemba, New South Wales)
Poems of James Phillip McAuley
| 1. | A Poem in Place of a Lecture | 5/9/2012 |
| 2. | At a Child's Grave | 5/9/2012 |
| 3. | Because | 5/9/2012 |
| 4. | Credo | 5/9/2012 |
| 5. | Durer: Innsbruck, 1495 | 4/12/2010 |
| 6. | Iris | 5/9/2012 |
| 7. | Magpie | 4/12/2010 |
| 8. | Marginal Note | 1/1/2004 |
| 9. | Meanwhile, In Another Part Of The War | 5/9/2012 |
| 10. | Pieta | 5/9/2012 |
| 11. | Winter Morning | 4/12/2010 |
Iris
Not how you would be thought of, your color
Being grey, silky, like a second skin, your hair
Flecked with it. Now, hearing your way of saying
Iridescent while I read your poem, three years
After your death, I am compelled to check
You out in Ovid, Lamprière, Bulfin, then
A book of flowers, where I discover you
On marshy ground, not grey exactly—in fact
A pretty blue-grey, a quiet type, with a green cowl
