Les Murray

(17 October 1938)

Les Murray Poems

41. Shower 1/13/2003
42. Predawn In Health 1/13/2003
43. Aurora Prone 1/13/2003
44. Comete 1/13/2003
45. Inside Ayers Rock 1/13/2003
46. Performance 1/13/2003
47. Flowering Eucalypt In Autumn 1/13/2003
48. The Dream Of Wearing Shorts Forever 1/13/2003
49. A Retrospect Of Humidity 1/13/2003
50. Noonday Axeman 10/15/2005
51. Bat's Ultrasound 1/13/2003
52. Late Summer Fires 1/13/2003
53. The Aboriginal Cricketer 1/13/2003
54. Music To Me Is Like Days 1/13/2003
55. Poetry And Religion 1/13/2003
56. Pigs 1/13/2003
57. On Home Beaches 1/13/2003
58. The Meaning Of Existence 1/13/2003
59. An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow 1/13/2003
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...

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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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