Donald Bruce Dawe

(15 February 1930 - / Melbourne / Australia)

Comments about Donald Bruce Dawe

  • 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! ! :)

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  • 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

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 ...

Read the full of Homecoming

Weapons Training

And when I say eyes right I want to hear
those eyeballs click and the gentle pitter-patter
of falling dandruff you there what's the matter
why are you looking at me are you a queer?
look to your front if you had one more brain
it'd be lonely what are you laughing at
you in the back row with the unsightly fat
between your elephant ears open that drain
you call a mind and listen remember first

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