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 Circling Hearths

MY Countrymen, though we are young as yet
With little history, nought to show
Of lives enleagued against a foreign foe,
Torn flags and triumph, glory or regret;
Still some things make our kinship sweet,
Some deeds inglorious but of royal worth,
As when with tireless arms and toiling feet
We felled the tree and tilled the earth.

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