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Taylor-made without explanation

Poetry by Anonymous Visiting a friend, a simple call to health,You came out of nowhere, completely out of stealth.Draped in crimson red, bold and free,A presence unexpected, a twist in destiny. At first, your gaze felt sharp, a touch judgmental,Yet, beneath the surface, a depth elemental.Perhaps it was my folly, too sentimental to see,The layers […]

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Eucalypt Leaf

Poetry by Owen Sinclair Wandering from one place to another,A cloudless Meanjin sky one summer,I passed the print of a eucalypt leaf:Veins, margins, stem typed on Camp Hill concrete.And though I was only just passing byI retraced my last step and wondered whyThe owner of this print had decidedTo shed its stamp so the two […]

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Painting. Hope.

Just yesterday a wall mural was painted in front of the UQ Union’s women’s collective and international collective room. The artwork painted by Lily Ghali, a fine arts student, conveys deep bittersweet meaning. The Semper Floreat team was incredibly lucky and honoured to be able to attend the artist’s painting process and interview her to […]

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“But I, being poor, have only my dreams”: POETRY AND THE WORKER

Yeats’ ‘Easter 1916’ poem addresses the rising, and it vacillates between admiration for the rebels and criticism of Britain’s response, in particular reckoning that everything now is different: “All changed, changed utterly: / A terrible beauty is born”. Note the oxymoron: Yeats writes in another poem “Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone”. He thus questions whether the deaths were needless, as England might have granted Ireland its freedom without the rebellion.

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