Les Murray

(17 October 1938)

Comments about Les Murray

  • Man person (8/15/2018 4:34:00 PM)

    As an absolutely ordinary rainbow
    Thanks bro

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  • lueka (6/5/2018 4:11:00 AM)

    ey bro i love your work my man thanks for helping me with my HSC year 12

  • bobby (6/5/2018 12:26:00 AM)

    aye yo wasp homie, I jus wanted to say dat dis poem is gr88888

  • crackrock (4/25/2018 11:46:00 PM)

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  • crackrock (4/25/2018 11:41:00 PM)

    aye ba dis was good as aye wanna see u make more bro

  • djay escobar (4/25/2018 11:40:00 PM)

    i woved dis peom a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot and alot

  • Robert Norton (4/17/2018 5:45:00 PM)

    At the end of 2016, we made a documentary interview with Les Murray and Valerie Murray at their home in Bunyah. The video is now available at:

    https: //vimeo.com/254992802

    You may want to use this video to see a current snapshot of Les and Valerie. There is no cost, but would appreciate it if you do so.

  • Bhagavathi Sudarshan (8/11/2008 3:02:00 AM)

    Nodoubt its a very fantastic poem. It's my al time favourite! Its so simple, yet so profound. Long live my sweetest poet Les Murray!
    Regards
    Bhagavathi Sudarshan
    bangalore
    karnataka

Best Poem of Les Murray

An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow

The word goes round Repins,
the murmur goes round Lorenzinis,
at Tattersalls, men look up from sheets of numbers,
the Stock Exchange scribblers forget the chalk in their hands
and men with bread in their pockets leave the Greek Club:
There's a fellow crying in Martin Place. They can't stop him.

The traffic in George Street is banked up for half a mile
and drained of motion. The crowds are edgy with talk
and more crowds come hurrying. Many run in the back streets
which minutes ago were busy main streets, pointing:
There's a fellow weeping down there. No one can...

Read the full of An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow

Late Summer Fires

The paddocks shave black
with a foam of smoke that stays,
welling out of red-black wounds.

In the white of a drought
this happens. The hardcourt game.
Logs that fume are mostly cattle,

inverted, stubby. Tree stumps are kilns.

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