poet Zora Bernice May Cross

Zora Bernice May Cross

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Zora Bernice May Cross was an Australian poet, novelist and journalist.

She was born in Brisbane, and was educated at Ipswich Girls' Grammar School and then Sydney Teachers' College. She taught for three years and then worked as a journalist, for the Boomerang and then as a freelance writer.

After the failure of her first marriage she eventually lived in a de facto marriage with David McKee Wright. Zora'a first book of poetry, A Song of Mother Love, was published in 1916. Songs of Love and life, a collection of love poetry thought at the time to be rather too frank, but which proved popular enough to appear is several editions, followed in 1917.

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  • Adele Doherty (11/28/2019 11:32:00 PM)

    I would like to find the date that Zora Cross wrote " Memory" , " Late, late last night when the whole world slept"

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  • Moonland Elf (3/17/2019 11:49:00 PM)

    Bryan Manning is a talentless.

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  • Bryan Manning (9/28/2005 3:00:00 AM)

    Too Victorian. I'm turned off by overusage of maidens and fairies in poetry.

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Best Poem of Zora Bernice May Cross

Memory

Late, late last night, when the whole world slept,
Along to the garden of dreams I crept.
And I pulled the bell of an old, old house
Where the moon dipped down like a little white mouse.
I tapped the door and I tossed my head:
"Are you in, little girl? Are you in?" I said.
And while I waited and shook with cold
Through the door tripped me---just eight years old.
I looked so sweet with my pigtails down,
Tied up with a ribbon of dusky brown,
With a dimpled chin full of childish charme,
And my old black dolly asleep in my arms.
I sat me down when I saw ...

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