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||All about Ozymandias
||Apr 09, 2009
||Near Melbourne, Australia|
||Immigration lawyer (now retired!)
||Poetry, photography, travel, bushwalking, philosophy, religion, cooking
||No matter how finely you slice something up, it always has two sides.
||Born by an accident of fate in Adelaide in 1952. When I popped out of my mum I saw what sort of a world it was and yelled out, "Put me back at once!" But instead, the doctor gave me a smack on the bum and said, "Shut up, you little brat!". At that I threatened to sue him for child abuse, and kicked him in the wotsits. He gave an almighty squawk and dropped me on my head on the floor. I've never been normal since that incident.
My father was a poet, and I started writing at an early age. But at university I studied philosophy and mathematical logic, and later law, which were all left-brain activities which took my attention away from poetry for many years. Then in October 2008 I had a brain seizure which may have reactivated my right brain, I think, because poetry started flowing into my thoughts all the time and now I can't seem to stop it, for better or for worse.
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|Ozymandias's recent Blog entry. ||"The company of lovers" by Judith Wright ( 523 reads) ||Thursday, April 04, 2013 (07:03:56)|
|The late Judith Wright was one of Australia's finest poets.|
We meet and part now over all the world;
we, the lost company,
take hands together in the night, forget
the night in our brief happiness, silently.
We, who sought many things, throw all away
for this one thing, one only,
remembering that in the narrow grave
we shall be lonely.
Death marshals up his armies round us now.
Their footsteps crowd too near.
Lock your warm hand above the chilling heart
and for a time I live without my fear.
Grope in the night to find me and embrace,
for the dark preludes of the drums begin,
and round us, round the company of lovers,
death draws his cordons in.
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