Drifting from the Bright: New and selected poems
By John Egan
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John Egan is a Sydney poet who also lives on the south coast of NSW. He was a high-school teacher of English for twenty-two years, Second Master of Bankstown Grammar School for nine years and later taught English as a foreign language and university preparation courses at the University of NSW, Wollongong University College and Newcastle Univers
John Egan
John Egan is a Sydney poet who also lives on the south coast of NSW. He was a high school teacher of English for twenty-two years and second master of Bankstown Grammar School for nine years. Later he taught English as a foreign language and university preparation courses at the University of NSW, Wollongong University College and Newcastle University, as well as English and Business Communication at JDW Business College. He retired in 2013. His first chapbook was published by the Melbourne Poets Union and Ginninderra Press have published four full collections, eighteen chapbooks and three collaborations. He considers himself a poet of memory and the sea, but also writes of the natural world, the urban environment and social issues.
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Drifting from the Bright - John Egan
DRIFTING FROM THE BRIGHT
JOHN EGAN
Ginninderra PressDrifting From the Bright: New and selected poems
ISBN 978 1 76109 520 7
Copyright © text John Egan 2023
Cover image: Domenico M from Pexels
All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Requests for permission should be sent to the publisher at the address below.
First published 2023 by
Ginninderra Press
PO Box 3461 Port Adelaide 5015
www.ginninderrapress.com.au
CONTENTS
New Poems
Selected Poems
Acknowledgements
For my wife, Marilyn
‘Dark with excessive bright.’ John Milton
NEW POEMS
Lakes and Harbours
Ferries nudge the Quay,
point their noses away from the harbour
as if watching the land, eager for
their passengers. A quiet ship
Fairlight, alive, her radar beacon
spins in fast motion, alert and ready.
She glides away, turns gently,
diminishes against the high-rise
at Kirribilli and is lost
around Bennelong Point, her journery
down-harbour to Manly.
The city drops behind, a jagged forest
of steel and glass. Rounding Bradley’s
she cuts into the chop, dips and heaves
but keeps her feet past green headlands
and sandstone cliffs, where Middle Harbour
slides away and the sea and harbour merge,
North Head a fortress against the blue
and the horizon like another world.
More high-rises, Manly and the wooded hill
of Dobroyd Point, small boats moored off
the harbour beach like white, sleeping dogs,
tethered, waiting to be coaxed into life
but everyone is on the beach.
People swimming, wading, playing games,
children and mothers, the occasional father,
teenage boys, girls in bikinis
enjoy the flat, secure water,
not the waves of the surf beach across
the peninsula. This suburban beach
faces the harbour, a green wilderness
and the distant city, whose towers
poke above Middle Head. On either side
apartment blocks and streets, boatsheds and masts
the bay enclosed and intimate, a blue lake
that fades into quiet distance.
Another ferry noses out of the wharf
and gathers speed past the boats, looking for
the channel, looking for the direct run
back to the fabled city, high towers,
its destination and terminal, home.
Harmony
We sit in the café,
sip our teas,
chatter and laugh,
hold hands, smile
into each other’s eyes.
I always look forward
to seeing what you’ll wear.
I admire your clothes.
You admire my poems.
When it’s time to go,
we take the short walk
down the hill
still holding hands
where the city streets
merge into us
and our lives
intertwine
like fingers.
Looking For Significance
I didn’t know what I’d feel
revisiting the house
I’d lived in
nearly fifty years ago.
A teenager, me,
mowing the lawn –
a boy hitting tennis balls
against the wall.
Dad concreting,
digging a trench across the yard,
Mum hanging clothes on the line.
There are famous shrines
and temples, admired
for their beauty, but they’ve become
buildings as objects,
divorced from emotional context,
their significance lost.
The house is neat, well kept,
the garden well tended
with a new, brick front fence.
There are no ghosts.
I remember inside, of course,
its floor plan imprinted
in my mind, my room,
but what it’s like now…?
I feel very little.
Monsters and Shadows
In the shadows of the mind
monsters and devils, angels, doubt.
Stress and disorder constantly mount.
You search but cannot find
tranquility of any kind.
A steady temptation just to shout
at shadows in the mind,
at monsters and devils, angels, doubt.
Be calm, avoid the urge to bind
ideas into rules no one can flout.
Courage, determination always count
in being certain, being blind
to phantom monsters, shadows in the mind,
no devils, only angels, do not doubt.
Wind and Waves
Normal for this time of year,
a morning nor’-easter,
stiffer than usual