James Phillip Mcauley Morning Poems
- 1. 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.
- 2. 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.
- 3. Magpie
The magpie's mood is never surly
every morning, wakening early,
he gargles music in his throat,
the liquid squabble of his throat.
- 4. A Poem In Place Of A Lecture
This morning, friends, the blackboard will be black
Behind my skull: your eyelids will be slack,