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- Goodnight, Sweet Prince... Such possessions as gore me ...
- The Duino Elegies: The Tenth E... Sometime, leaving this ...
- The Duino Elegies: The Third E... One thing to sing the ...
- The Duino Elegies: The Fifth E... But who are they, tell me,...
- The Duino Elegies: The Seventh... Woo no more, no wooing, ...
- The Duino Elegies: The Eigth E... With all its eyes the ...
- The Duino Elegies: The Ninth E... Why, when it approaches, ...
Alison Croggon (born 1962) is a contemporary Australian poet, playwright, fantasy novelist, and librettist.
Life
Born in the Transvaal, South Africa, Alison Croggon's family moved to England before settling in Australia, first in Ballarat then Melbourne. She has worked as a journalist for the Sydney Morning Herald. Her first volume of poetry, This is the Stone, won the Anne Elder Award and the Mary Gilmore Prize. Her novella Navigatio was recommended in the 1995 The Australian/Vogel Literary Award and all four novels of the fantasy genre series Pellinor have been published. She also edits the online writing magazine Masthead and writes theatre ... more »
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Goodnight, Sweet Prince...
Such possessions as gore me pontificate from corners.
I am no longer solid but a speech of butterflies.
How it spills, when all is said and done:
It is hard to see virtue in the cold matter
Staining the floor - frills, cups, leaves, arquebuses,
Bile - the gross litters of meaning - the new king
Knitting up this mess in his brainless sinews,
Mere presence the answer to everything, the golden
Halo of a new dawn impressing all the peasants.
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