Roderic Quinn

(1867 - 1949 / Australia)

Roderic Quinn Poems

41. The Black Hound 4/16/2010
42. The Camp Within The West 1/1/2004
43. The Circling Hearths 1/1/2004
44. The Counsellors 4/16/2010
45. The Currency Lass 4/16/2010
46. The Dread Beyond Death 4/16/2010
47. The Drover Of The Stars 4/16/2010
48. The Fiddle And The Crowd 4/16/2010
49. The Fisher 4/16/2010
50. The Frontier-Land 4/16/2010
51. The Gardener 4/16/2010
52. The Golden Yesterday 4/16/2010
53. The Greater Love 4/16/2010
54. The Hidden Heart 4/16/2010
55. The Hidden Tide 1/1/2004
56. The House Of The Commonwealth 1/4/2003
57. The Lagoon 4/16/2010
58. The Little House 4/16/2010
59. The Long, Lone Road 4/16/2010
60. The Lotus-Flower 1/4/2003
61. The Lovers' Walk 4/16/2010
62. The Master-Man 4/16/2010
63. The Red Mist 4/16/2010
64. The Red-Tressed Maiden 4/16/2010
65. The River And The Road 4/16/2010
66. The Scarlet Cloak 4/16/2010
67. The Sea-Seekers 4/16/2010
68. The Secret Pool 4/16/2010
69. The Seeker 4/16/2010
70. The Shadow-Third 4/16/2010
71. The Song 4/16/2010
72. The Song Of The Cicadas 1/1/2004
73. The Song Of The Violin 4/16/2010
74. The Soul Of The Anzac 4/16/2010
75. The Surrender 4/16/2010
76. The Swamp 4/16/2010
77. The Three Knocks 4/16/2010
78. The Threshold Stone 4/16/2010
79. The Turn Of The Road 4/16/2010
80. The Twenty-Fifth Of April 4/16/2010
Best Poem of Roderic Quinn

Stars In The Sea

I took a boat on a starry night
and went for a row on the water,
and she danced like a child on a wake of light
and bowed where the ripples caught her.

I vowed, as I rowed on the velvet blue
through the night and the starry spendour
to woo and sue a maiden I know
till she bent to my pleading tender.

My painted boat she was light and glad
and gladder my heart was wishing,
and I came in time to a little lad
who stood on the rocks a-fishing.

I said "Ahoy!" and he said "Ahoy"!
and I asked how the fish were biting;
And what are you...

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Mid-Forest Fear


SHE is standing at the gate,
Tall and sweet,
And although the hour be late
She will greet
Me, her lover,
Smiling over
Absent mind and tardy feet.

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