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Thy talks on God, and glories of His fields Are woven into my unworthy past. The fragments of thy thoughts my memory yields Grow dim at times, and yet they seem to last.…
Leon Maxwell Gellert was born in 1892 and educated in Adelaide, Australia.His Grandparents were Hungarian immigrants. Leon was regularly beaten by his Father James, so at the age of 17 he began a course of self-defence lessons, which were to prove useful when, one day his father attacked him with a heavy piece of timber, James Gellert was thrown on his back. Leon, after leaving school worked for a time as a pupil-teacher until he enlisted as a private in 10th AIF. On October 22 1914, Gellert and the 10th Battalion set off for Egypt. Corporal Gellert became drunk for the first time in his life, on Melbourne Bitter whilst sailing on the Indian Ocean. Gellert resumed writing poetry after arriving in Cairo; his output grew once the 10th set off for the Dardanelles. For seven weeks, his battalion was kept in reserve on their troop ship before being ordered to land at Ari Burnu beach at dawn on April 25. Gellert survived nine weeks on Gallipoli before coming down with dysentery. He had to be evacuated to Malta, where he contracted typhoid and was sent to England to convalesce. This is where most of his poems were written, including The Last to Leave. After collapsing into a coma that doctors suspected was epileptic, Gellert was discharged as medically unfit on June 30, 1916. Amazingly, he re-enlisted in November, only to be discharged four days later when his medical record was uncovered. After the death of his wife Kathleen in 1969 in Sydney he moved back to Adelaide where he died on 22nd August 1977.)
Leon Gellert şiirleri
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Beside the doors of a keen-lighted hall I paused, and quite by chance I noticed Love Smiling and tall;…
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Again the clash is East, the Gates are barred. The rolling echoes of of Troy arise With trebled sound: its weary threshold scarred With scattered dead once more, and wild with crie…
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Be still. The bleeding night is in suspense Of watchful agony and coloured thought, And every beating vein and trembling sense, Long-tired with time, is pitched and overwrought.…
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There’s a lonely stretch of hillocks: There’s a beach asleep and drear: There’s a battered broken fort beside the sea. There are sunken trampled graves:…
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The world rolls wet with blood, and the skinny hand of Death gropes at the beating heart. The salt tears well and flood…
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The night has come,, I feel the desert dew, I lie in Afric's sands And breath the night, for night like these are few In other lands;…
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We always had to do our work at night. I wondered why we had to be so sly. I wondered why we couldn't have our fight Under the open sky.…
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A red-roofed house is shining to the skies; A house red-roofed and brilliant in the wind: A house of colour filled with wandering eyes; And all the eyes are blind.…
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I lie by the garden wall, Buried and all alone; The brown camellias fall One by one on the stone.…
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Come not to me with loveliness Across the crying hill; For once I held thee pitiless Hast thou no pity still?…
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Point thy battered prow to the dark shore Thou hoary son of Erebus, and dip thy blades In the slow-moving marge, for I am of the shades,…
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Oh, I am lonely by a desert palm, And dreaming, dreaming on the sands of thought Oh, come to me from out the voiceless calm, And teach me what the Nile has left untaught.…
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Oh, dreams of France! Oh, faded dreams of France! Ohm France, that I had ever dreamed of thee! I thought to help thee bear thy brandished lance, But, lo, I sail the blue Aegean sea…
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The iron is hidden in forgetfulness. A smoothness comes to men and lies on lands. Women of peace arise in lustred dress, and hold aloft their sleek and perfect hands.…
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