Biography of Robert Crawford
Robert Crawford was an Australian poet.
Crawford was born in Doonside, New South Wales, the son of Robert Crawford senior, and was educated at The King's School, Parramatta, and the University of Sydney. Crawford settled on a farm as his forefathers had done, but not being successful, became a clerk in Sydney and afterwards had a typewriting business. Some of Crawford's poems were published in The Bulletin and other periodicals. Crawford is believed to have been the first prize-winning haiku poet published in Australia, in The Bulletin on 12 August 1899. In 1904 a small collection, Lyric Moods:Various Verses, was published in Sydney. An enlarged edition was later published in Melbourne retitled simply Lyric Moods (1909). In 1921 another volume, Leafy Bliss, was published, and an enlarged edition appeared three years later. Crawford died suddenly at Lindfield, Sydney, on 13 January 1930.
Not a great deal is known about Crawford; he was short of stature, poetical in spirit. He mixed little in literary circles and seems to be forgotten a few years after his death. The statement that he was educated at The King's School originally appeared in the Bookfellow, and may have come direct from Crawford. If so there is no reason to doubt it, yet in the records of The King's School of his period the only R. Crawford is listed as Richard Crawford. It was also not possible to identify him positively with the Robert James G. W. Crawford who graduated B.A. at the University of Sydney in 1912, when the poet was about 44 years of age. Crawford is represented in some of the anthologies, and A. G. Stephens thought highly of his work. His work has a delicate charm and, though at times one fears it will not rise above merely pretty verse, in some of his quatrains and lyrics Crawford does succeed in writing poetry of importance. Perhaps, as Stephens once suggested, he may be better appreciated in the 21st century.
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Robert Crawford Poems
Evil itself may be but good disguised, As many a virtue now was once a vice, Or held to be such by the moralists;
The Ghost Ship.
Behold her on the silent sea, Yon vessel like a spirit there! Moved in a dream's reality, As if she trod the air.
The Fruit Of Love's Desire.
The fruit of love's desire is sweet For any man and maid to eat. However ripened in time's air, No other can with it compare.
A Song Of The Sea.
Here within the half-light 'tween the night and day Upon the sands I lie, with thoughts that idly stirr'd
In the fierce light the butterfly wings free — So delicate, and yet so fibred to
The Joy Of Life.
I have the man's-heart in me, and 'tis noble To be alive, to think, to feel, to have My part in all the precious come-and-go
Within time's stress, amid the facts of life, Not in monastic solitudes, we find A way to that is higher than ourselves.
Toward The Close
Time grows upon us until we exhaust Hope's possibilities, and then we die Who thus of life each make a holocaust
Music, with the tears in it, Through my soul is ringing, Moods like bodies flame and flit Through the spirit's singing;
Bottom's dream had no bottom; ours may, too, Have no foundation. We may wake, indeed; But all seems such a vision, none can say
Flannel-flowers dancing To the Dawn on the hill-tops ... The Vision of Spring!
She was so dear, so fair. Her memory stays, Even her dying robs me not of this, That I have walked with her in mortal ways Whose tender beauty now immortal is.
Beauty, Its Effect.
I have been touched with her, and have ta'en (Unclear The acquaintance of her beauty like a dream, Or as it were a flower of Faerie breathed
He is too young yet to know life's demands; Being no natural philosopher, He must from cause and custom draw that art
LOVE, love me only,
Love me for ever;
My life’s been lonely,
A joyless endeavour.
Though earth were heaven,
I in it for ever,
Of thee bereaven—
I’d love again never.