Les Murray

(17 October 1938)

Les Murray Poems

1. The New Hieroglyphics 1/13/2003
2. Towards The Imminent Days (Section 4) 1/13/2003
3. The Instrument 10/10/2011
4. Travels With John Hunter 1/13/2003
5. The Mowed Hollow 1/13/2003
6. The Sleepout 1/13/2003
7. The Quality Of Sprawl 1/13/2003
8. Amanda's Painting 1/13/2003
9. The Harleys 1/13/2003
10. Cockspur Bush 1/13/2003
11. On The Borders 1/13/2003
12. The Images Alone 1/13/2003
13. The Butter Factory 1/13/2003
14. Shower 1/13/2003
15. Predawn In Health 1/13/2003
16. Aurora Prone 1/13/2003
17. Comete 1/13/2003
18. Inside Ayers Rock 1/13/2003
19. Flowering Eucalypt In Autumn 1/13/2003
20. Performance 1/13/2003
21. A Retrospect Of Humidity 1/13/2003
22. The Dream Of Wearing Shorts Forever 1/13/2003
23. Bat's Ultrasound 1/13/2003
24. The Meaning Of Existence 1/13/2003
25. Music To Me Is Like Days 1/13/2003
26. Late Summer Fires 1/13/2003
27. The Aboriginal Cricketer 1/13/2003
28. Noonday Axeman 10/15/2005
29. On Home Beaches 1/13/2003
30. Poetry And Religion 1/13/2003
31. Pigs 1/13/2003
32. An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Les Murray

An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow

The word goes round Repins,
the murmur goes round Lorenzinis,
at Tattersalls, men look up from sheets of numbers,
the Stock Exchange scribblers forget the chalk in their hands
and men with bread in their pockets leave the Greek Club:
There's a fellow crying in Martin Place. They can't stop him.

The traffic in George Street is banked up for half a mile
and drained of motion. The crowds are edgy with talk
and more crowds come hurrying. Many run in the back streets
which minutes ago were busy main streets, pointing:
There's a fellow weeping down there. No one can...

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Inside Ayers Rock

Inside Ayers Rock is lit
with paired fluorescent lights
on steel pillars supporting the ceiling
of haze-blue marquee cloth
high above the non-slip pavers.
Curving around the cafeteria
throughout vast inner space
is a Milky way of plastic chairs
in foursomes around tables

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