Tuesday, January 04, 2005



South Country

After the whey-faced anonymity
Of river-gums and scribbly-gums and bush,
After the rubbing and the hit of brush,
You come to the South Country
As if the argument of trees were done,
The doubts and quarrelling, the plots and pains,
All ended by these clear and gliding planes
Like an abrupt solution.

And over the flat earth of empty farms
The monstrous continent of air floats back
Coloured with rotting sunlight and the black,
Bruised flesh of thunderstorms:

Air arched, enormous, pounding the bony ridge,
Ditches and hutches, with a drench of light,
So huge, from such infinities of height,
You walk on the sky's beach

While even the dwindled hills are small and bare,
As if, rebellious, buried, pitiful,
Something below pushed up a knob of skull,
Feeling its way to air.

Kenneth Slessor


Comments:
Great poem. This does reflect the barren but beautiful nature of the Australian landscape. I love his use of adjectives.
 
For me Slessor is still the iconic Australian poet of the 20th century. He is both cosmopolitan and yet richly Australian, without succombing to the extremes of either.
 
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