Donald Bruce Dawe

(15 February 1930 - / Melbourne / Australia)

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Donald Bruce Dawe AO is an Australian poet, and is considered by many as one of the most influential Australian poets of all time.

Early Life

Bruce Dawe was born in Fitzroy, Melbourne in 1930. Bruce Dawe's mother and father were from farming backgrounds in Victoria and, like his own sisters and brother, never had the opportunity to complete primary school. He always had encouragement from them (the younger of his two sisters also wrote poetry) and his mother, proud of her Lowlands Scots ancestry, would often recite poems she had learned in her 19th century childhood. Dawe's father's ancestors came from Wyke Regis in Dorset, England, in the mid-19th century. Dawe ... more »

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  • Rose Smith (11/1/2016 6:31:00 PM)

    I loved it so much... it really inspired me to write about this poem. For school i chose you because you are my role model. don't listen to any of these people because they don't know ART. Keep on writing poems, these masterpieces! ! :)

  • Mr Jenkins (5/5/2016 10:12:00 PM)

    This was a waste of time, i hated it

  • Mr Jenkins (5/5/2016 10:11:00 PM)

    He is the worst poet i have a ever read

  • Chuck Norris (10/9/2014 7:52:00 PM)

    Bruh. This Guy is gud @ hes anglesh

  • Mrs Davis (7/29/2014 6:33:00 PM)

    bruce dawe is a bloody rig

  • Mrs Davis (7/29/2014 6:32:00 PM)

    bruce dawe sux! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

  • John Soles (9/18/2013 10:04:00 PM)

    this guys a troll and a ballsack

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Best Poem of Donald Bruce Dawe


All day, day after day, they’re bringing them home,
they’re picking them up, those they can find, and bringing them home,
they’re bringing them in, piled on the hulls of Grants, in trucks, in convoys,
they’re zipping them up in green plastic bags,
they’re tagging them now in Saigon, in the mortuary coolness
they’re giving them names, they’re rolling them out of
the deep-freeze lockers — on the tarmac at Tan Son Nhut
the noble jets are whining like hounds,
they are bringing them home
– curly heads, kinky-hairs, crew-cuts, balding non-coms
– they’re high, now, high ...

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