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For others of the same or similar names, see James Macaulay (disambiguation). James Phillip McAuley (12 October 1917 – 15 October 1976) was an Australian academic, poet, journalist, literary critic and a prominent convert to Roman Catholicism. Peter Coleman considered that "no one else in Austral...
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James Phillip Mcauley Poems

  • Winter Morning
    Spring stars glitter in the freezing sky,
    Trees on watch are armoured with frost.
    In the dark tarn of a mirror a face appears.
    Time is moving through displacements. ...
  • Credo
    That each thing is a word
    Requiring us to speak it;
    From the ant to the quasar,
    From clouds to ocean floor- ...
  • At A Child's Grave
    A sky contused and rifted like a wound:
    Red-amber gum exudes from the dark tree;
    A long dayâ??s dying. Small anatomy
    Locked in this nameless graveâ??s neglected mound, ...
  • Because
    My father and my mother never quarrelled.
    They were united in a kind of love
    As daily as the Sydney Morning Herald,
    Rather than like the eagle or the dove. ...
  • Marginal Note
    A ray of light, to an oblique observer,
    Remains invisible in pure dry air;
    But shone into a turbid element
    It throws distracting side-gleams everywhere ...
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