#geoffrey dutton

[undinesea]

They open each other like letters, being lovers Words are their sap and their electricity.

Geoffrey Dutton, “A Body of Words,” from Australian Verse: An Oxford Anthology

[naturetamed]

I Call It a ‘Garden’, a Place of Seeds: Geoffrey Dutton’s Lessons in Curiosity and Exploration

[luthienne]

[gilgai]

Love still has something of the sea, but this salt lake Is below the level of the sea, no waves nor hearts break.

Geoffrey Dutton, from “Love and Life and Death”, Selective Affinities, (Angus & Robertson, 1985)

[naturetamed]

... just to choose 

a corner of the wilderness

is to enclose

it with intent.

Is to create

garden, gardener

a life spent

cropping the rubble, a desire

to regulate

what goes by,

catch at a scent, ensure

some branch against the sky,

is to incur

from the first day

what creation cost, the haste

to cut and tear,

rake things over.

At the least the need

to look about, decide

what wild flower,

that may have led you there,

is now a weed.

- Geoffrey Dutton / Some branch against the sky

[gilgai]

All unaltered, the ordinary things I will find where I left them even though forgotten

Geoffrey Dutton, from “Anlaby”

[katerobynmoments]

— Geoffrey Dutton

“They open each other like letters, being lovers; Words are their sap and their electricity.”

[violettesiren]

The white shrine of the arum lilies

Under the twisted temple of the fig tree,

And the droop-winged plover clanging

Over a feigned nest against the limestone hill.

Sing me to sleep with bees in broken windows.

Restore this humble ruin,

Modestly live, die of old age.

Prayer in a Ruin by Geoffrey Dutton