"the white poplars' underworld advance" (image from here) |
You need to go here (the Australian Poetry Library, a wonderful resource) to read the entire poem, which is called "Rooms of the Sketch-Garden". To whet your appetite, here are a few lines, those that precede the quote above, when Murray talks of trying to grow shade in his garden:
A graphite-toned background of air
it features red, focusses yellow.
Blue diffusing through it rings the firebell.
I also love "the heron-brought // igniting propane-blue waterlily"
At the end, the "indigo waterhen" makes a brief appearance.
Shades of cool blue, in a place where "the drought sun" can bear down "like dementia."
1 comment:
a wonderful poem. It provides the reader so many diverse images...some calm and tranquil then ...
the words 'fox-ripped rooster plumes' illustrate a vivid and horrific image to the final verse...
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