Kate Lilley (born 1960) is a contemporary Australian poet and academic.
Kate Lilley was born in Perth, Western Australia and moved to Sydney with her family. She is the daughter of writers Dorothy Hewett and Merv Lilley.
After studying at the University of Sydney she completed a PhD at University of London on masculine elegy.
Lilley published her first volume of poems, Versary, in 2002. She is Associate Professor of English at The University of Sydney. Lilley edited The Blazing World by Margaret Cavendish (Penguin Classics, 1994). In 2010 she edited Dorothy Hewett's Selected Poems for UWA Press.
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Kate Lilley Poems
As the plot rocks back and forth on a pinhead count to fifteen very slowly. By that time you should be alone again contemplating your evening.
Where Was I
High speed trains aren’t meant for looking: if you try to solve the blur you’ll get a headache. Masks are popular if you’re feeling infectious
Resentment starts to go backwards in search of a new hermeneutic the appointment slipped your mind that's no excuse I'm the kind who'll sit in the waiting room and watch the second hand for as long as it takes it's something I'm proud of I won't
After the dance we cross the oval in pairs to the steep bank behind the softball field. The hall is bolted shut, teachers pass in the dark, smoking and talking on the way to their cars.
Many words are falling you don’t care wasted lips forget and have some fun each time you leave I make a vow
quarto doesn’t last a weak crush lingers like a festival of moss the clerk of all passports takes me round for a drink at a popular nightspot
Live At The Opry
Porter Wagoner in a nudie suit flashes the crowd an embroidered Hi! He kids around trading jokes with the hee-haw, then the lights go down and the teardrops start.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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As the plot rocks back and forth on a pinhead
count to fifteen very slowly.
By that time you should be alone again
contemplating your evening.
You could go for a ride and take a fall,
break your back and welcome an addiction —
or ask Miguel to serve drinks by the pool,
that hunky contractor might stop by.
Finally there’s a knock at the door,
a lady policeman shows her badge.
She’s asking if these unusual cufflinks
belong to the father of your children.