'The ladies are coming,' the super says To the shearers sweltering there, And 'the ladies' means in the shearing shed: 'Don't cut 'em too bad. Don't swear.' The ghost of a pause in the shed's rough heart,...
When you fear the barber's mirror when you go to get a crop, Or in sorrow every morning comb your hair across the top: When you titivate and do the little things you never used,...
Who'll wear the beaten colours, and cheer the beaten men? Who'll wear the beaten colours, till our time comes again? Where sullen crowds are densest, and fickle as the sea,...