Leon Gellert

(1892 - 1977 / Australia)

Leon Gellert Poems

1. The Return 4/5/2010
2. Now ‘neath The Cool Stars 4/5/2010
3. The Speech Of Flattery 4/5/2010
4. The Hawk 4/5/2010
5. The Invocation Of Jealousy 4/5/2010
6. One Who Died: In Memory Of E.W.T.S. 4/5/2010
7. Sights 4/5/2010
8. The Husband 4/5/2010
9. The Influence Of Lust 4/5/2010
10. The Old And The New 4/5/2010
11. The Advice Of Treachery 4/5/2010
12. The Change 4/5/2010
13. The Cross 4/5/2010
14. The Dead 4/5/2010
15. The Dreamer 4/5/2010
16. The Song’s End 4/5/2010
17. To A Man Who Wished To Die 4/5/2010
18. The Bush Lover 4/5/2010
19. The Retirement Of Mars 4/5/2010
20. The Teacher 4/5/2010
21. Through A Porthole 4/5/2010
22. The Death 4/5/2010
23. The Wrecked Aeroplane 4/5/2010
24. The Christmas Beetle 4/5/2010
25. The Cry Of Mammon 4/5/2010
26. The House Delirious 4/5/2010
27. The Australian Muse 4/5/2010
28. The Epileptic 4/5/2010
29. The Moving Of The Shades 4/5/2010
30. These Men 4/5/2010
31. The Veteran 4/5/2010
32. The Three Concerned 4/5/2010
33. Red 4/5/2010
34. The Grey World 4/5/2010
35. The Riddle Of The Sphinx 4/5/2010
36. The Coming Of War 4/5/2010
37. The Soul Forsaken 4/5/2010
38. The Blind Man 4/5/2010
39. Rapine 4/5/2010
40. The Soldier 4/5/2010

Comments about Leon Gellert

  • Barry Hishion (11/15/2019 7:43:00 PM)

    One wonders why this poem is not given prminence by the media on Anzac Day. I learnt it at school 1948.

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  • Robert Winston (2/12/2019 3:14:00 PM)

    I remember Leon as an essayist. He had a regular column in the Sydney Morning Herald during the 1950's. I was a regular reader of his thoughtful essays as a school boy. I was astonished to read here of his role on Galipoli. I never came across his poetry and am surprised he was well known for it. Leon deserved to be better known.

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  • silvia (6/20/2018 11:33:00 PM)

    I like it, however I do enjoy turnips more

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Best Poem of Leon Gellert

The Last To Leave

The guns were silent, and the silent hills
had bowed their grasses to a gentle breeze
I gazed upon the vales and on the rills,
And whispered, "What of these?' and "What of these?
These long forgotten dead with sunken graves,
Some crossless, with unwritten memories
Their only mourners are the moaning waves,
Their only minstrels are the singing trees
And thus I mused and sorrowed wistfully

I watched the place where they had scaled the height,
The height whereon they bled so bitterly
Throughout each day and through each blistered night
I sat ...

Read the full of The Last To Leave

Anzac Cove

There’s a lonely stretch of hillocks:
There’s a beach asleep and drear:
There’s a battered broken fort beside the sea.
There are sunken trampled graves:
And a little rotting pier:
And winding paths that wind unceasingly.
There’s a torn and silent valley:
There’s a tiny rivulet
With some blood upon the stones beside its mouth.

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