Annus Mirabilis
(1984)
Some years ago, my heart afloat on dreams,
I sailed to bright Coolmela in the West,
Where clouds of glory glowed in prophecy.
Deeply engrossed in a green solitude
Under the forest edge, my mind was free
To verbalise in poetry, expressed
With urgent energy, those varied themes
Which my intuitive Romantic mood
Drew from profound subconscious wells; my art
From mundane influences held apart.
Twelve thousand lines I wrote in just one year
And proved that, opportunity allowed,
I could distil from pregnant memory’s vast store
Numerous creations of which I could be proud.
