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(17 June 1867 – 2 September 1922 / Grenfell, New South Wales)

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Knocked Up


I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought,
And dunno if my legs or back or heart is most wore out;
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  • Is It Poetry (4/27/2013 9:58:00 PM)

    This poem has been on my mind all day.
    A complicated fellow,
    who in the end had a woman
    to care for him.
    More tha half of the great poets met such an end.
    Life was hard-hard was life.
    Humor he had as well.
    Emily, Poe, Teasedale and more......
    They confessed to the world about life being hell....iip

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  • Shashikant Nishant Sharma '? ? ? ? ? ' (4/27/2012 7:04:00 AM)

    Good poem written to describe the scene of the incidence.

  • Pranab K Chakraborty (4/27/2012 2:03:00 AM)

    A long dry stretch of thirty miles I've tramped this broilin' day,
    All for the off-chance of a job a hundred miles away;
    There's twenty hungry beggars wild for any job this year,
    An' fifty might be at the shed while I am lyin' here.

    The same imagery could be created here daily on the surface. None could bother, only time takes out a big chopper to cut the pieces of our individual peace and that is almost daily happening by course. May not be a classical one, but the voice of time howls much yet. Nice put by PH.

  • Claudia Krizay (4/27/2011 2:36:00 PM)

    This poem does nothing for me except make me feel superior-

  • Claudia Krizay (4/27/2011 2:11:00 PM)

    This poem does nothing for me- nothing positive, that is.

  • Juan Olivarez (4/27/2011 9:39:00 AM)

    I must say in all honesty I was never familiar with Lawson, but his poem is excellent. Living in and working in the great outback must have been the ultimate test of survival. Now we must wait for Pruchnicki to come and foul the water.

  • Mohammad Akmal Nazir (4/27/2011 6:21:00 AM)

    I must say that Lawson was a great poem. This is one the best poems written by him.
    The poem has a strong structure. The sentiments are really awesome.
    Very poignant write.

  • Ann Beard (5/14/2010 11:55:00 PM)

    A great poet. I never tire of reading his work.

  • Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello (4/27/2010 6:16:00 PM)

    Soldiers identify with their country, more or less, what's more Aussie people had British Empire. Mr Lawson seemed to have only himself, more or less. It's true that drought is the same everywhere. He is a tremendous poet and a great discovery for an Italian, of course.

  • Terence George Craddock (4/27/2010 3:55:00 AM)

    Henry Lawson remains one of the greatest reads in early Aussie Lit. A unique insight from a unique land and a time when an immigrant nation had already declared their metal at Lone Pine and ANZAC Cove, events that helped shape our two nations at Gallipoli.
    This spirit Lawson so well describes in 'Knockered Up' was embodied in the wild colonial boys who fought in the Dardanelles Campaign. The Aussie blood and bravery at Lone Pine, the large number of Victoria Crosses they won there, allowed the Auckland and Wellington rifles to finally take the high ground at Chunuk Bair, and hold it for several days, before the British Navy in error shelled and killed most of the last kiwi survivors, a military blunder kept secret until the 1980s and rarely discussed.
    This poems uses so many words that accurately fit the heat and suffering of those diggers on that exposed sun baked ground.

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