Biography of Louis Esson
Thomas Buvelot Esson (Louis),was born in Edingurgh,Scotland and moved to Australia with his mother after his father died when Louis was three years old. He majored in English and French at Melbourne University. He was dissatisfied with Australian literary offerings of the time so travelled to France, England and Ireland. It was in Ireland that he was encouraged to return to Australia to write Australian material. He started writing poetry but later turned his talents to short stories and plays. He is now seen as the father of modern Australian drama
He died in 1943.
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Louis Esson Poems
The Cradle Song
Baby, O baby, fain you are for bed, Magpie to mopoke busy as the bee; The little red calf’s in the snug cow-shed, An’ the little brown bird’s in the tree.
The Shearers Wife
Before the glare o’ dawn I rise To milk the sleepy cows, an’ shake The droving dust from tired eyes, Look round the rabbit traps, then bake
The Old Black Billy An' Me
The sheep are yarded, an’ I sit Beside the fire an’ poke at it. Far from talk an’ booze o’ men Glad, I’m glad I’m back agen
There's a crack in the city—down that sharp street In couples, and armed, tramp rozzers on beat. Like a joss, silhouetted across the pane, A Chinese face watches down Brogan’s Lane,
Blue and gold, and mist and sunlight, Veils of colour blent and blown In melodic monotone. Dark and bright, and white and dun light
There's a crack in the city—down that sharp street
In couples, and armed, tramp rozzers on beat.
Like a joss, silhouetted across the pane,
A Chinese face watches down Brogan’s Lane,
Brogan’s Lane, Brogan’s Lane,
A reeling moon blinks over Brogan’s Lane.
Flash Fred, when he dives on a red lot, sneaks thro’
To moscow the swag with a Polaky Jew.