Henry Lawson (1867–1922) was an iconic Australian writer and poet renowned for his vivid depictions of bush life and his realist approach to Australian working-class struggles. Born in Grenfell, New South Wales, he faced a tough upbringing, including the early onset of deafness and familial instability. His first poem, ‘A Song of the Republic’, appeared in The Bulletin in 1887, marking the start of a prolific career. Lawson’s works, like While the Billy Boils and The Drover’s Wife, reflect the hardships and resilience of life in rural Australia. Despite personal battles with alcoholism and poverty, he remains a beloved national figure.
‘The Things We Dare Not Tell’ explores humanity’s tendency to suffer alone and in silence, choosing to hide under a mask rather than open up.
The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there,
But we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear;
Or we nod and smile the social while, and we say we're doing well,
But we break our hearts, oh, we break our hearts! for the things we must not tell.
‘Before We Were Married’ laments the exchange of one man’s lofty freedom for the monotonous captivity they believe marriage to be.
BLACKSOIL PLAINS were grey soil, grey soil in the drought.
Fifteen years away, and five hundred miles out;
Swag and bag and billy carried all our care
Before we were married, and I wish that I were there.
‘In Possum Land’ yearns to leave behind the urban clamor in favor of the tranquil sanctuary afforded by a rural landscape.
In Possum Land the nights are fair,
The streams are fresh and clear;
No dust is in the moonlit air;
No traffic jars the ear.
’39’ is a poem in which the narrator looks back on his life while eagerly awaiting his fortieth birthday and the years that will follow.
I only woke this morning
To find the world is fair —
I'm going on for forty,
With scarcely one grey hair;
Henry Lawson’s ‘The Water’ captures Australia’s battle against drought and corporate greed, blending hope for irrigation’s potential with a call to protect communal resources.
Let others make the songs of love
For our young struggling nation;
But I will sing while e'er I live
The Songs of Irrigation;
‘The Tragedy’ by Henry Lawson is a humorous poem written as an advertisement, recounting the tale of a man whose prized cough medicine was stolen.
Oh, I never felt so wretched, and things never looked so blue,
Since the days I gulped the physic that my Granny used to brew;
For a friend in whom I trusted, entering my room last night,
Stole a bottleful of Heenzo from the desk whereon I write.