Luke Davies

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Lark and rose go mad, even with winter
coming on, the garden beneath the verandah blooms,
the park is dense with sun and soccer balls.
By lark I mean generic bird, God knows
...

Reading physics in the Charger
at North Bondi; after a while
it gets hard to concentrate.
All that sunlight.
...

Twisted body silhouetted
in a flood of summer light
he seems incongruous down here.
...

Pass unseen through a godforsaken floodplain,
city of treachery, siege and publishers.
No backbone here at all, nothing to fight,
or with. All sunken in unmerciful decay.
...

Sugar Lee you are the sun today,
Pervasive light and heat, and I
The valley floor, the birch pine slopes,
The snow-capped peaks, transparent sky

Through which you spread, and oh how
My toes are tingling miles away.
Then let us spread this picnic rug;
Come let's play mortals Sugar Lee.

Come stay a day, come lie an hour,
A lunar month, a solar year;
The world will organise itself the while
I whisper praises in your ear.
...

In Studio City the hummingbird
Sucks from the stamens.
The kitchen is silent. Outside, the sky
Of L.A. has been baked of its demons.
...

First I think of Jesus, or not actually Jesus,
but the vapour trail from a jet, which makes
a line across the hard sky parallel with the top
of my window, which makes me think of Apollinaire
...

In the yellow time of pollen, in the blue time of lilacs,
in the green that would balance on the wide green world,
air filled with flux, world-in-a-belly
in the blue lilac weather, she had written a letter:
...

The leaves are budding on the trees. The buds
are popping everywhere. Spring as in spring in the step
makes sense. In Paris there is the dead of winter
as in you think of death as in great boats
...

The snowlines, moving in, and light failing fast
as aurora borealis throbs there like a walrus heart,
all the land so wide, so all around; so vast as to
haunt. Mythology, the oil flares far away. Lightning
...

In the dead of night in the dead of time
the private creatures nibbled, milky under moonlight.
Not a pine needle dropped. A salmon pulse throbbed muted
...

Sugar Lee you are the sun today,
Pervasive light and heat, and I
The valley floor, the birch pine slopes,
The snow-capped peaks, transparent sk
...

There is more blue up here. This is good. There is
more light careening in the air. The haloes are in form.
Light floods the cerebral cortex all day long; the
toughest wildest physicists acknowledge this, agree with
...

14.

Helluva day the day I fought
the lion to the death
when the women found me
prone across its flanks
...

Church of St Etienne du Mont, Paris
Because that force through green fuse drives all flowers
(which we would call the greater force, or God, or minor gods)
...

Reverence. How the afternoon
comes down on you like that.
In a microsleep you can travel
hundreds of metres — into trees
...

17.

The sky broods like the whole of Sydney’s
done something wrong and it can’t quite put its finger
on it. Christmas stretches into New Year and
Sydneysiders wear the vacant stare of the slightly
...

She stays asleep: tonight her soul huff–puffs;
for pain is forthcoming, she knows it and waves the white flag
(as if giving up the world’s finest imported sweet stuffs
...

am floating or falling. I am light
as a feather, or even my thumbprint

fills the sky. The water near shore
...

20.

Da Gama knew not fear. At ten we read these things
and still we became clerks.

Vasco da Gama. Yet there, back then, in the wailing
...

Luke Davies Biography

Luke Davies is an Australian writer of novels, poetry and screenplays, born in Sydney in 1962. Davies' first poetry collection, Four Plots for Magnets, was published in 1982, when he was twenty. His novel Candy was made into a film starring Heath Ledger in 2006. His other works include the novels Isabelle the Navigator and God of Speed, and several volumes of poetry - Four Plots for Magnets, Absolute Event Horizon, Running With Light and Totem. Davies' brother Ben Davies, an Australian television producer, now teaches at Armidale Film and Television School in NSW, Australia. Youngest brother Felix Davies, is a Sound Recordist and Composer, residing in the United Kingdom.)

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Poetry And Flowers

Lark and rose go mad, even with winter
coming on, the garden beneath the verandah blooms,
the park is dense with sun and soccer balls.
By lark I mean generic bird, God knows
the names for all these things with wings. Ditto
the rose: the garden drooling colour and bloom.
Lavender I recognise, and jasmine climbing
the concrete wall, and a real rose in the corner,

red as blood. I meant to say: birds and flowers
go ballistic, even with winter coming on.
Carrying on their own life. The earth drowns
in the blooming. Even when there is no wind there is
the solar wind, whipping our bodies from the depths of space.
Ferocities of trees bent double. Playing soccer,
nobody notices this. The far park flutters in mirage.
The jasmine is awash with butterflies.

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