Les Murray

(17 October 1938)

Les Murray Poems

41. The Dream Of Wearing Shorts Forever 1/13/2003
42. The farm terraces 3/23/2017
43. The Harleys 1/13/2003
44. The Head-Spider 3/23/2017
45. The Holy Show 3/23/2017
46. The Images Alone 1/13/2003
47. The Instrument 10/10/2011
48. The Margin of Difference 3/23/2017
49. The Meaning Of Existence 1/13/2003
50. The Moon man 3/23/2017
51. The Mowed Hollow 1/13/2003
52. The New Hieroglyphics 1/13/2003
53. The Quality Of Sprawl 1/13/2003
54. The Sleepout 1/13/2003
55. To Fly In Just Your Suit 3/23/2017
56. Towards The Imminent Days (Section 4) 1/13/2003
57. Travels With John Hunter 1/13/2003
58. Vertigo 3/23/2017
59. Water-gardening in an Old Farm Dam 3/23/2017
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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The Butter Factory

It was built of things that must not mix:
paint, cream, and water, fire and dusty oil.
You heard the water dreaming in its large
kneed pipes, up from the weir. And the cordwood
our fathers cut for the furnace stood in walls
like the sleeper-stacks of a continental railway.

The cream arrived in lorried tides; its procession
crossed a platform of workers' stagecraft: Come here

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