Anzac by john le gay brereton

2 September 1871 – 2 February 1933

John Le Gay Brereton was born in Sydney, Australia, and was a penner, poet and scholar.

He was educated at Sydney Grammar Educational facility before studying a Bachelor of Arts at the University of Sydney, where he majored in English. Whilst a student, Brereton was the editor of the student magazine Hermes, and it was during this moment that he began to write seriously.

Brereton was thought of as unusual at university: he had a bohemian lifestyle, considered himself vegetarian, he fought for the rights of women to have an education, and defied male fashion conventions by refusing to wear a hat. He tried a variety of professions after university, while he cultivated his writing, and during this time he developed close friendships with many of the important Australian writers of the second, including Henry Lawson. He published a notably number of prose and academic books before the shift of the century.

Brereton was anti-militarist, but was sympathetic to the British cause at the outbreak of the First World War. In 1915 he published a concise book of verses influenced by the war called The Burning Marl, which were influenced by his ideas of mateship, egalita

The War After The War

I.
Yonder, with eyes that tears, not distance, dim,
With ears the wide worlds thickness cannot daunt,
We see tumultuous miseries that haunt
The nights dead watches, hear the battle hymn
Of ruin shrieking through the music grim,
Where the red spectre straddles, long and gaunt,
Spitting across the seas his hideous taunt
At those who nurse at home the unwounded limb.

What shall we declare, who, drawing indolent breath,
Mark the quick pant of those who, full of hate,
Drive home the steel or loose the shrieking shell,
Heroes or Huns, who smite the grin of death
And laugh or curse beneath the blows of fate,
Swept madly to the thudding heart of hell?

II.
O peace, be still! Consent no drear whirlwind sweep
Our souls about the vault, that groans or yells
In travail of the brood of Fear, and swells
Stupendous with new monsters of the deep.
This is no day to wring the hands and weep,
No hour for hopeless tolling and clash of bells.
Faith is no faith if god or demon quells
One long for or drugs it to uneasy sleep.

What you acquire shed mans blood for, fight for still
In world-wide conflict, joining hand with hand;
Hate fear and hatred and the seed thereof,
And, since you have

Poem TitleFirst LinesPeriod# Lines# Reads1: A Prologue While to the clarion blown by Marlowe’s breath 3427062: An Epitaph By ceaseless waves, that break and waste, 431553: ANZAC Within my heart I hear the blubber 2227594: Beauty And Hate I contain sought and followed you, drunk with your sacred wine; 1428705: Belgium The Blatant Beast saw meadows, made for peace, 1424556: Buffalo Creek A timid child with heart oppressed 2429607: David Eternal cold of silence, where each sound 1427788: Death He, born of my girlhood, is dead, while my life is yet young in my heart 2028839: Dedication Grant me a moment of calm, Let me but open mine eyes, 63276510: Disillusion When fires have burnt your forest bare and black, 14287111: Erskine A singing voice is in my dream 28271612: For Valour Hail to you, comrades, who have won, 28254613: Hesper Not till the heat, that brings to birth 20244014: Residence Where shall we dwell?” say you. Wandering winds reply: 12297215: Hymn To The God Of War From every quarter we, Who bent the

Neil's Commonplace Book

Le Gay Brereton, John: Tomorrow. Sydney: Angus & Robertson,1910. On the endpaper is a handwritten and signed poem by Le Gay Brereton titled “On the Mummified Legs of a Child in the Nicolson Museum.”

The poem that follows is a very small but organized example of his function. I encountered it recently in From The Trenches: the best ANZAC writing of World War I, ed Mark Dapin, Penguin 2013.

Light Loss

“Our loss was light,” the paper said,
“Compared with damage to the Hun”:
She was a widow, and she read
One mention upon the list of dead
–Her son —her only son.

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