Donald Bruce Dawe

(15 February 1930 - / Melbourne / Australia)

Homo Suburbiensis - Poem by Donald Bruce Dawe

One constant in a world of variables
- A man alone in the evening in his patch of vegetables,
and all the things he takes down with him there

Where the easement runs along the back fence and the air
smells of tomato-vines, and the hoarse rasping tendrils
of pumpkin flourish clumsy whips and their foliage sprawls

Over the compost-box, poising rampant upon
the palings ...
He stands there, lost in a green
confusion, smelling the smoke of somebody's rubbish

Burning, hearing vaguely the clatter of a disk
in a sink that could be his, hearing a dog, a kid,
a far whisper of traffic, and offering up instead

Not much but as much as any man can offer
- time, pain, love, hate, age, ware, death, laughter, fever.


Comments about Homo Suburbiensis by Donald Bruce Dawe

  • (4/30/2019 9:20:00 PM)

    anyone want to play some fortnite with me (Report)Reply

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  • (4/30/2019 9:19:00 PM)

    oof
    twenty characters twenty characters
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  • (4/30/2019 9:16:00 PM)

    I like how it's about gardening and doesn't have any avengers in it (Report)Reply

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  • Mahtab Bangalee (11/22/2018 12:17:00 AM)

    impressive writings /// wonderfully penned the last couplet

    Not much but as much as any man can offer
    - time, pain, love, hate, age, ware, death, laughter, fever.

    // great
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/21/2018 1:15:00 PM)

    Over the compost-box!

    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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  • Glen Kappy (11/21/2018 7:43:00 AM)

    The images in this poem are rich and summon well for me the experience of being in a garden. The last two lines lift it from mere description to much more. in them i don't get ware though; i wonder if it's a typo and should be war. -GK (Report)Reply

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  • (11/21/2018 6:55:00 AM)

    Written as though looking at a photograph (Report)Reply

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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (11/21/2018 1:13:00 AM)

    Such a wonderful poem by Donald Bruce Dawe....................... (Report)Reply

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  • (3/14/2018 7:58:00 PM)

    This was useful, I liked the audio as well, Siri is hot (Report)Reply

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  • (3/6/2018 8:51:00 PM)

    aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (Report)Reply

    (3/21/2019 5:57:00 PM)

    Love this comment ahhh

    (3/21/2019 5:56:00 PM)

    AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

    (11/21/2018 1:17:00 AM)

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  • (12/4/2017 1:00:00 PM)

    A great poem that lives at home. (Report)Reply

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  • (11/14/2017 6:26:00 PM)

    The last line should be:
    - time, pain, love, hate, age, war, death, laughter, fever.

    ie. Not ware, but war.
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    (4/30/2019 9:31:00 PM)

    In the printed copy, it actually does say war not ware.

    (4/1/2019 9:23:00 PM)

    That makes no sense the last line is listing what a man can offer, ware refers to the mans physical and mental ware

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 28, 2012



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