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single work
poetry
'What can poetry do for us these days? It’s not in the business of swaying the masses; indeed, as Peter Porter has ever so gracefully put it, “Poetry is one of the few arts which is not menaced by not having an audience.” Yet it somehow retains an almost popular role in bearing witness to human decency. Yes, poetry produces some of the durable vessels which are brimming with hope. Such concepts as humanity and humanism have been cast aside in recent times like tattered banners, outmoded ensigns. Given that climate, it is a joy to encounter some book that is everywhere imbued with a humane spirit, a book that combines alert intelligence with decency and warmth. As the writer in question, the Melbourne poet Joyce Lee says about her artistic heritage, “Old now, I treasure what was given to me, perhaps in riddles”. But as we read them we find that her poems always strive to make such riddles come clear. In this she may be seen as a traditionalist, which is no bad thing.' (Introduction)
- Light from the Dark Side, single work essay (p. 17-20)
- Step Ladder to Heaveni"She is eight", single work poetry (p. 22)
- My Father's Countryi"I can close my eyes one heartbeat", single work poetry (p. 22-23)
- Firebell for Peacei"The war to end them all", single work poetry (p. 25)
- Veterani"Cataracts blanketed her eyes", single work poetry (p. 26)
- Wimmera Child’s First Waterfalli"Eleven years, the child opened to stubble plains.", single work poetry (p. 26-27)
- How We Killed and Buried Himi"My mother and I", single work poetry (p. 27)
- Anatomy of a Martyri"Hagar the runaway sat too long", single work poetry (p. 28)
- Voices from Geriatric Places, sequence poetry (p. 28-29)
- Little Flower Songi"Ninety-three", single work poetry (p. 28-29)
- Song Without Wordsi"Her body dies first", single work poetry (p. 29)
- Double Womani"We ride donkeys toward the peak. Before the summit", single work poetry (p. 31)
- According to the Starsi"It's high tension living", single work poetry (p. 31-32)
- My Owni"Yeti freezes,", single work poetry (p. 32-33)
- Mad Dream in Melbourne’s Lunch Houri"Kate calls herself Pandora. I give her", single work poetry (p. 33-34)
- Signed by the Artisti"In this painter’s work", single work poetry (p. 34)
- No Companion for Adami"‘When we were kids", single work poetry (p. 35)
- Collector’s Itemi"Crossing Siberia by train", single work poetry (p. 36)
- Nightmare for Middle-Agei"The crazy train", single work poetry (p. 36-37)
Publication Details of Only Known VersionEarliest 2 Known Versions of
Works about this Work
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Poetry Survey
2004
single work
review
— Appears in: Island , Autumn no. 96 2004; (p. 62-67)
— Review of Beautiful, Unfinished : Parable/Song/Canto/Poem 2003 selected work poetry ; Ships on Fire 2002 selected work poetry ; Drumming on Water : A Verse Novel 2003 single work novel ; The Weight of Irises 2003 selected work poetry ; Rooms and Sequences 2003 selected work poetry ; High in the Pawpaw Tree 2003 selected work poetry ; Extraction of Arrows 2003 selected work poetry ; It Is Nearly Dark When I Come to the Indian Ocean : The Collected Poems of Joyce Lee 2003 selected work poetry ; A First Reader 2003 selected work poetry -
Forword
2003
single work
poetry
— Appears in: It Is Nearly Dark When I Come to the Indian Ocean : The Collected Poems of Joyce Lee 2003; (p. 12-16)'What can poetry do for us these days? It’s not in the business of swaying the masses; indeed, as Peter Porter has ever so gracefully put it, “Poetry is one of the few arts which is not menaced by not having an audience.” Yet it somehow retains an almost popular role in bearing witness to human decency. Yes, poetry produces some of the durable vessels which are brimming with hope. Such concepts as humanity and humanism have been cast aside in recent times like tattered banners, outmoded ensigns. Given that climate, it is a joy to encounter some book that is everywhere imbued with a humane spirit, a book that combines alert intelligence with decency and warmth. As the writer in question, the Melbourne poet Joyce Lee says about her artistic heritage, “Old now, I treasure what was given to me, perhaps in riddles”. But as we read them we find that her poems always strive to make such riddles come clear. In this she may be seen as a traditionalist, which is no bad thing.' (Introduction)
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Poetry Survey
2004
single work
review
— Appears in: Island , Autumn no. 96 2004; (p. 62-67)
— Review of Beautiful, Unfinished : Parable/Song/Canto/Poem 2003 selected work poetry ; Ships on Fire 2002 selected work poetry ; Drumming on Water : A Verse Novel 2003 single work novel ; The Weight of Irises 2003 selected work poetry ; Rooms and Sequences 2003 selected work poetry ; High in the Pawpaw Tree 2003 selected work poetry ; Extraction of Arrows 2003 selected work poetry ; It Is Nearly Dark When I Come to the Indian Ocean : The Collected Poems of Joyce Lee 2003 selected work poetry ; A First Reader 2003 selected work poetry -
Forword
2003
single work
poetry
— Appears in: It Is Nearly Dark When I Come to the Indian Ocean : The Collected Poems of Joyce Lee 2003; (p. 12-16)'What can poetry do for us these days? It’s not in the business of swaying the masses; indeed, as Peter Porter has ever so gracefully put it, “Poetry is one of the few arts which is not menaced by not having an audience.” Yet it somehow retains an almost popular role in bearing witness to human decency. Yes, poetry produces some of the durable vessels which are brimming with hope. Such concepts as humanity and humanism have been cast aside in recent times like tattered banners, outmoded ensigns. Given that climate, it is a joy to encounter some book that is everywhere imbued with a humane spirit, a book that combines alert intelligence with decency and warmth. As the writer in question, the Melbourne poet Joyce Lee says about her artistic heritage, “Old now, I treasure what was given to me, perhaps in riddles”. But as we read them we find that her poems always strive to make such riddles come clear. In this she may be seen as a traditionalist, which is no bad thing.' (Introduction)