Australia

A Nation of trees, drab green and desolate grey

In the field uniform of modern wars,

Darkens her hills, those endless, outstretched paws

Of Sphinx demolished or stone lion worn away.

They call her a young country, but they lie:

She is the last of lands, the emptiest,

A woman beyond her change of life, a breast

Still tender but within the womb is dry.

Without songs, architecture, history:

The emotions and superstitions of younger lands,

Her rivers of water drown among inland sands,

The river of her immense stupidity

Floods her monotonous tribes from Cairns to Perth.

In them at last the ultimate men arrive

Whose boast is not: “we live” but “we survive”,

A type who will inhabit the dying earth.

And her five cities, like five teeming sores,

Each drains her: a vast parasite robber-state

Where second hand Europeans pullulate

Timidly on the edge of alien shores.

Yet there are some like me turn gladly home

From the lush jungle of modern thought, to find

The Arabian desert of the human mind,

Hoping, if still from the deserts the prophets come,

Such savage and scarlet as no green hills dare

Springs in that waste, some spirit which escapes

The learned doubt, the chatter of cultured apes

Which is called civilization over there.

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Poems in English 

• Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 96: Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXVIII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXVII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXVI by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXV by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXIX by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXIV by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXIII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXXI by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXX by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXVIII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXVII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXV by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXLVIII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXLVII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXLVI by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXLV by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXLIX by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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