1952
Sheep Country
Woe . . . Woe . . . Woe!
Cries the lone black crow
In the hot blue sky.
– And with that beak
Still reeking foul
From the old cast ewe
Would you dare to pluck
The day’s gold eye
From the cloud’s white wool?
– Aye. If I can. Aye.
Collected Poems: 1936–1967, Angus & Robertson, Sydney, 1967