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
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.
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.
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.
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.
Monotonous living and harsh-ship in life with no hope of change on dry land leading to pain of body, heart and soul certainly nobody likes to live long! It makes one think death better than pulling on life so! It is all expressed in a free style poem without losing touch with rhythm and rhyme makes the poem impressive one!