The fire will come out of the sun and I shall look in the heart of it.
Peter Porter, “Non Piangere, Liù,” from Australian Verse: An Oxford Anthology

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The fire will come out of the sun and I shall look in the heart of it.
Peter Porter, “Non Piangere, Liù,” from Australian Verse: An Oxford Anthology
La poesía es una de las pocas artes que no está amenazada por no tener una audiencia.
Peter Porter
— PETER PORTER, from The Historians Call Up Pain.
Once the difficulty had been to cross the Divide, to follow spurs which seemed to end in air, to swivel about the cobwebs where the creeks dripped below their spiders to a contrary encircling of your steps— to keep on through the undergrowth with only stripes of sun above, to get beyond these endless-seeming vistas and look out on the plain which might contain a sea, a minareted island, a mirage, whose common epithet was Felix, appointed place of all felicity. There are, of course, bland natures back at home, whose only earnest is a theory that your expedition means to straighten out the land with names, to fit a grid of the accounting gods on plastic otherness. You'll have to give a hostage to them—do it now. Here by Disappointment Bluff, gaze across the Vale of Sixty to Uncanniness; beyond the rock-strewn creek is an escarpment called Incalculable and the fields are more elided than Elysian— mark this tree the point of going back and set it in the map—Porter's Retreat— the place at which all further progress ceases to have consequence.
Peter Porter, from “Porter’s Retreat”
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The Polar DEW has just warned that
A nuclear rocket strike of
At least one thousand megatons
Has been launched by the enemy
Directly at our major cities.
This announcement will take
Two and a quarter minutes to make,
You therefore have a further
Eight and a quarter minutes
To comply with the shelter
Requirements published in the Civil
Defence Code - section Atomic Attack.
A specially shortened Mass
Will be broadcast at the end
Of this announcement -
Protestant and Jewish services
Will begin simultaneously -
Select your wavelength immediately
According to instructions
In the Defence Code. Do not
Tale well-loved pets (including birds)
Into your shelter - they will consume
Fresh air. Leave the old and bed-
Ridden, you can do nothing for them.
Remember to press the sealing
Switch when everyone is in
The shelter. Set the radiation
Aerial, turn on the Geiger barometer.
Turn off your television now.
Turn off your radio immediately
The services end. At the same time
Secure explosion plugs in the ears
Of each member of your family. Take
Down your plasma flasks. Give your children
The pills marked one and two
In the C D green container, then put
Them to bed. Do not break
The inside airlock seals until
The radiation All Clear shows
(Watch for the cuckoo in your
Perspex panel), or your District
Touring Doctor rings your bell.
If before this your air becomes
Exhausted or if any of your family
Is critically injured, administer
The capsules marked 'Valley Forge'
(Red pocket in No 1 Survival Kit)
For painless death. (Catholics
Will have been instructed by their priests
What to do in this eventuality.)
This announcement is ending. Our President
Has already given orders for
Massive retaliation - it will be
Decisive. Some of us may die.
Remember, statistically
It is not likely to be you.
All flags are flying fully dressed
On Government buildings - the sun is shining.
Death is the least we have to fear.
We are all in the hands of God,
Whatever happens happens by His will.
Now go quickly to your shelters.
-Your Attention Please, Peter Porter
I think about this at least once a day
“The rooms and days we wandered through
Shrink in my mind to one – there you
Lie quite absorbed by peace – the calm
Which life could not provide is balm
In death. Unseen by me, you look
Past bed and stairs and half-read book
Eternally upon your home,
The end of pain, the left alone.
I have no friend, no intercessor,
No psychopomp or true confessor
But only you who know my heart
In every cramped and devious part –
Then take my hand and lead me out,
The sky is overcast by doubt,
The time has come, I listen for
Your words of comfort at the door,
O guide me through the shoals of fear –
‘Fürchte dich nicht, ich bin bei dir.’ “
— excerpt from Peter Porter, Exequy