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The reason why I chose this poem to share is that we studied this poem in 3U English (Australia) in 1987. Yes, it sticks in my memory very well.

For those of you who don’t know: “3U” means three...

Gwen Harwood (Again): Hospital Evening:

Sunset: the blaze of evening burns
through the curtains like a firelit ghost.
Kröte, dreaming of snow, returns
to something horrible on toast

slapped...

Gwen Harwood: In the Park

She sits in the park. Her clothes are out of date.
Two children whine and bicker, tug her skirt.
A third draws aimless patterns in the dirt
Someone she loved once...