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David McKee Wright

28 şiir · 1869 — 1928 · Ballynaskeagh

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David McKee Wright was an Irish-born poet and journalist who spent much of his life living and writing in New Zealand and Australia. He was born on the 6th August 1869 in Ballynaskeagh, County Down. His parents were both missionaries, serving in faraway lands such as Syria. The family moved to London when David was aged seven and, shortly after, he lost his mother. His education had begun at a local school in Ballynaskeagh and then continued in London. He was enrolled into the engineering section of the Crystal Palace School but attendance there was infrequent due to constant bouts of illness. Time at home was not wasted though as the young boy was a voracious reader, leading to an interest in poetry. It was a very unsettled childhood and Wright made a habit of running away from home, usually citing his unhappiness at his father’s choice of new wife. He also found their evangelical ways oppressing and they mocked his efforts at writing poetry. A final escape from this environment was not too far away as, at the age of 17, he was diagnosed with a spot on his lungs and he was sent to New Zealand to bring about a cure. Other émigré members of his family were already there and he lived briefly with them in Christchurch. Feeling well enough to work, Wright tried his hand as a shepherd at a sheep station at Puketoi. He kept up his writing though, with several of his poems being published in the Otago Witness, and then in Christchurch Press. By now he was aged 22 and was politically motivated enough to launch attacks on Liberal government ministers such as John McKenzie. He produced satirical verses and wrote political commentary pieces for the newspaper. The literary scene in New Zealand was in its fledgling years and many people made disdainful comments about the efforts of some of the contributors to the Otago Witness. It was a common view that ‘no good thing can come out of New Zealand’ and Wright was determined to prove them wrong. He was encouraged by the fact that many of his poems won prizes and his first collection, Aorangi and Other Verses, was published in 1896, but received fairly lukewarm reviews. Wright tried to boost his education by enrolling at the University of Otago. He was studying to become a Presbyterian minister and became an outfield preacher at the end of his first year. His poetry was still being published in Otago and he had much more success with his second collection of poems. Published at the end of 1897, Station Ballads and Other Verses finally brought him national acclaim. It was a moralising attack on town and city life with criticism levelled against the levels of crime and industrial strife amongst the workers. Country dwellers and workers were portrayed as cheerful and virtuous. His poem Shearing’s Coming describes the excitement at the sheep station as shearers arrive for the arduous task ahead: During the late-1890s, Wright became an active member of religious and temperance movements in the Otago and Oamaru areas and switched his writing skills to the composition of hymns for the congregational church. However, he turned back to poetry when he moved to Wellington. Life was hard for the next few years though and he found himself teetering on the edge of bankruptcy for a considerable time. He was writing as a freelance journalist and also giving lectures and some of his work crossed the water to Australia, appearing in a column written by ‘Maori Mac’ in the Sydney Bulletin. This led to another move, this time to Sydney in 1910, where his socialist views were often controversial. He struggled both financially and in his personal life before, in 1928, he suffered a fatal heart attack while living in the Blue Mountains region of New South Wales. David McKee Wright died on the 5th February 1928, aged 58.

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In the lands away beyond the sea, where Khan and Sultan rule, Where they drink their coffee thick and black, and sip the sherbet cool, They have white Circassian girls for slaves,…

And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay, say nay, for shame, To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame;…

Dustily over the highway pipes the loud nor'-wester at morn, Wind and the rising sun, and waving tussock and corn; It brings to me days gone by when first in my ears it rang, The w…

Not every man has gentians in his house in soft September, at slow, sad Michaelmas. Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark darkening the daytime, torch-like, with the smoking b…

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He strode across the schoolroom in July, Great Hector, clanging in his brazen mail; And all the cringing Greeks, with faces pale, Creaked into jabbering Ks and turned to fly.…

I abide and abide and better abide, And after the old proverb, the happy day; And ever my lady to me doth say, 'Let me alone and I will provide.'…

I find no peace, and all my war is done. I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice. I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise; And nought I have, and all the world I season.…

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Tagus, farewell! that westward with thy streams Turns up the grains of gold already tried With spur and sail, for I go seek the Thames Gainward the sun that shewth her wealthy prid…

The moon is bright, and the winds are laid, and the river is roaring by; Orion swings, with his belted lights low down in the western sky; North and south from the mountain gorge t…

Is it possible That so high debate, So sharp, so sore, and of such rate, Should end so soon and was begun so late?…

Madam, withouten many words Once I am sure ye will or no ... And if ye will, then leave your bourds And use your wit and show it so,…

Mine own John Poynz, since ye delight to know The cause why that homeward I me draw, And flee the press of courts, whereso they go, Rather than to live thrall under the awe…

My galley, chargèd with forgetfulness, Thorough sharp seas in winter nights doth pass 'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine en'my, alas, That is my lord, steereth with cruelness;…

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My lute awake! perform the last Labour that thou and I shall waste, And end that I have now begun; For when this song is sung and past,…

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