O could one write as one makes lovewhen all is given and nothing kept,then language might put by at lastits coy elisions and ineptwithdrawals, yield, and yielding castaside like useless clothes the crustof worn and shabby use, and trust its candour to the urgent mind its beauty to the searching tongue.
Gwen Harwood's work is defined by a moving sensuality, a twinkling irreverence, and a sly wit.
This anthology brings together the best 100 of her poems, as selected and compiled by her son, the writer John Harwood.
'Gwen Harwood's poetry is widely recognised for its shark intimacy and brilliant resonance.' The Sydney Morning Herald
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