Luke Davies

(1962 - / Sydney / Australia)

Luke Davies Poems

1. (Adam) 5/3/2018
2. (Breathe) 5/3/2018
3. (Plateau) 5/3/2018
4. (Shudder) 5/3/2018
5. (Sketch) 5/3/2018
6. (Suck) 5/3/2018
7. (Transparent) 5/3/2018
8. A SHORT HISTORY OF POLAR EXPLORATION 5/3/2018
9. A Short History Of Polar Exploration 5/3/2012
10. Antiphons of the Known World 5/3/2018
11. Body Surfing 5/3/2012
12. BODY SURFING 5/3/2018
13. Crescent Moon Over Over The Eiffel Tower 5/3/2012
14. CRESCENT MOON OVER THE EIFFEL TOWER 5/3/2018
15. FROM THEORY TO PULSE 5/3/2018
16. From Theory To Pulse 5/3/2012
17. from Totem Poem [Abandoned in a field near Yass] 5/3/2018
18. from Totem Poem [If every step taken is a step well-lived] 5/3/2018
19. from Totem Poem [In the yellow time of pollen] 5/3/2018
20. Gawain 5/3/2012
21. GAWAIN 5/3/2018
22. Heisenberg Saying Goodbye to Mum at Lilyfield 5/3/2018
23. LISBON 5/3/2018
24. Lisbon 5/3/2012
25. London, Winter 5/3/2012
26. LONDON, WINTER 5/3/2018
27. LUCKY 5/3/2018
28. Lucky 5/3/2012
29. Mythic Sacrifices In The Friendly Summer 5/3/2012
30. MYTHIC SACRIFICES IN THE FRIENDLY SUMMER 5/3/2018
31. NATURE POEM 5/3/2018
32. Nature Poem 5/3/2012
33. Nine Hours 5/3/2012
34. NINE HOURS 5/3/2018
35. NORTH COAST BUSHFIRES 5/3/2018
36. North Coast Bushfires 5/3/2012
37. POETRY AND BLOOD 5/3/2018
38. Poetry And Blood 5/3/2012
39. Poetry And Flowers 5/3/2012
40. POETRY AND FLOWERS 5/3/2018

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Poetry And Flowers

Lark and rose go mad, even with winter
coming on, the garden beneath the verandah blooms,
the park is dense with sun and soccer balls.
By lark I mean generic bird, God knows
the names for all these things with wings. Ditto
the rose: the garden drooling colour and bloom.
Lavender I recognise, and jasmine climbing
the concrete wall, and a real rose in the corner,

red as blood. I meant to say: birds and flowers
go ballistic, even with winter coming on.
Carrying on their own life. The earth drowns
in the blooming. Even when there is no wind there is
the ...

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From Theory To Pulse

Church of St Etienne du Mont, Paris
Because that force through green fuse drives all flowers
(which we would call the greater force, or God, or minor gods)
and gathers in a place like this — things gather, here and there —
then it’s a good place to come to sit a while, though
the first postulate of relativity, and I believe it, says to me
there’s no such thing as place. But here I am. It’s nice to sit a while.
Protect me, then, in the gathering up, in the going away.
The gargoyles do t

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