Two Poems
Bill Manhire, 11 June 1992
The big stage and golden curtain, stars high up in the ceiling: one of the few films I think he would have seen.
The sound of violins, then darkness about the wide, white screen. I can hear the sound of my father coughing.
My SunshineHe sings you are my sunshine and the skies are grey, she tries to make him happy, things just turn out that way.
She’ll never know how much...