You say we bushmen cannot love— Our lives are too prosaic: hence We lose or lack that finer sense That raises some few men above…
Barcroft Boake was a tough 19th century Australian stockman and drover while at the same time he was a sensitive, if unstable, character. He wrote poetry about the injustices meted out to his fellow workers by usually uncaring, and often absent, land and stock owners. He seemed to be at home out in the bush and it was said that he looked better on a horse than off, so adept a horseman was he. He found quiet times during rest periods to write and it would be easy to speculate how great a poet he might have become had he lived longer. Tragically he committed suicide when only 26 years old. He was born Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake on the 26th March 1866 in a small town called Waterview Bay which lies in the New South Wales district of Balmain. His father was an Irish immigrant from Dublin and he was part of a large family which suffered more than its fair share of tragedy. Barcroft not only lost siblings in their infancy but his mother died during childbirth as well when he was 13. Although he showed signs of being a normal, active child, interested in sporting activities, he also had a developing sense of melancholia which would, eventually, claim his own life. His early years were in the Sydney area which was, at that time, undeveloped bush country. His father distrusted the state schooling system and put Barcroft through a series of private establishments. He seemed to be an able and willing pupil and learned some French at one point as well as showing signs of the writing ability that would come later. On leaving his education behind he trained as a surveyor and found employment as an assistant in that field for at least two years. This was in the Monaro district of New South Wales and his time here was largely happy and inspirational. There was, however, one incident here which turned out to be a foretaste of what was to come only four years later. He and a friend went through a mock hanging ceremony which almost killed Barcroft. He wrote about it, both in the Bulletin and in a personal account to his father. His mind was clearly disturbed and, perhaps in an attempt to clear his mind, he sent off north and worked as a cattle drover in various places in Queensland. When he had the time he enjoyed reading poetry by Adam Lindsay Gordon and prose by Emile Zola. He saw his fellow stockmen as fine fellows, often superior to the “….so-called respectable dwellers in towns”. He wrote poetry about the privations and hardships experienced by those who chose the “back-country” lifestyle. He also wrote about the often sensitive side to a bushman’s character, a good example being his poem A Bushman’s Love. Here is the first verse: The other side of the coin though is the hard life endured by such men and yet, even here, there is some romance to be found. He described it thus: His wandering life took in sheep and cattle stations and he made money and lost it just as easily, often on drinking sprees. Eventually he settled once more to surveying and also trying to get his poetry published. Some appeared in the Sydney Mail and others in the Bulletin around the years 1890-91. At the end of 1891 he returned home to find deep financial gloom everywhere with his father on the point of bankruptcy. Boake’s state of mind deteriorated rapidly to the point where he seemed unable to make any decisions about anything either for the present or the future. He was unable to find work and, clearly in a state of depression, he left the house on the 2nd May 1892 and no one saw him alive again. Sometime during the next eight days he hanged himself from a tree using his own stock whip. Barcroft Henry Boake died in May 1892 aged just 26. His work was collected and published posthumously and critics have speculated on whether or not his best work was already done. The question will always remain concerning whether even better work might have come from this tragic and troubled figure.
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Adown the grass-grown paths we strayed, The evening cowslips ope’d Their yellow eyes to look at her, The love-sick lilies moped…
The fight was over, and the battle won A soldier, who beneath his chieftain’s eye Had done a might deed and done it well, And done it as the world will have it done—…
Easter Monday in the city - Rattle, rattle, rumble, rush; Tom and Jerry, Nell and Kitty, All the down-the-harbour “push,”…
I've a kiss from a warmer lover Than maiden earth can be: She blew it up to the skies above her, And now it has come to me;…
Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly— The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky: Each drooping frond of pine has got a jewel at its tip— First a twinkle, then a sprinkle, a…
What made the porter stare so hard? what made the porter stare And eye the tall young woman and the bundle that she bare? What made the tall young woman flush, and strive to hide…
None ever knew his name, Honoured, or one of shame, Highborn or lowly; Only upon that tree…
A Valentine The Bree was up; the floods were out Around the hut of Culgo Jim: The hand of God had broke the drought And filled the channels to the brim:…
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving toward the west The tiny fieldmice make their nests, the summer insect…
She was born in the season of fire, When a mantle of murkiness lay On the front of the crimson Destroyer: And none knew the name of her sire…
Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies, Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys Had gathered them together for a meeting on the flat; They had mustered all their forces,…
Will she spring with a blush from the arms of Dawn, When the sleepy songsters prune Their dewy vestments on bush and thorn, And the jovial magpie winds his horn…
Hark, the sound of it drawing nearer, Clink of hobble and brazen bell; Mark the passage of stalwart shearer, Bidding Monaro soil farewell.…
Brookong station lay half-asleep Dozed in the waning western glare ('Twas before the run had stocked with sheep And only cattle depastured there)…
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