Roderic Quinn

(1867 - 1949 / Australia)

Roderic Quinn Poems

81. The Vigil 4/16/2010
82. The Voices Of The Rain 4/16/2010
83. The Voyagers 4/16/2010
84. The Year's End 4/16/2010
85. They Shall Come Home 4/16/2010
86. Tidings 4/16/2010
87. Twilight And Peace 4/16/2010
88. Two Pictures 4/16/2010
89. Western Camps 4/16/2010
90. With The Quandongs 4/16/2010
Best Poem of Roderic Quinn

Doing Nothing

WITH the sorrow on me
Neighbours come and go —
Think me vain and foolish
Nursing up my woe.
With the grief-blade in me
Keen and chill as steel —
Can I laugh like others,
Feel the joy they feel?
Since he died and left me
Things don't matter much,
Life, that danced and capered,
Limps upon a crutch.
Night and day I ponder,
Drawing weary breath —
Since to love we're moulded,
Why should there be death?
Night and day I'm asking
Him Who dwells above —
Since to death we're going,
Why should there be love?
When he kissed and left me,
Oh, he...

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The Hidden Tide

WITHIN the world a second world
That circles ceaselessly:
Stars in the sky and sister stars—
Turn in your eyes and see!

Tides of the sea that rise and fall,
Aheave from Pole to Pole—
And kindred swayings, veiled but felt,
That noise along the soul.

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