
Adam Lindsay Gordon lived the kind of life that demanded poetry. A steeplechase rider who broke his body on the Australian frontier, who drank hard and loved fiercely before taking his own life at thirty-two, Gordon poured his brief, brutal existence into verse that still resonates. This collection gathers the work of Australia's first truly national poet - poems written in the saddle, in the pub, in the blur between living and dying. Here you'll find the Australian bush rendered not as gentle pastoral but as something wilder, more honest. Horses, death, red earth, the mates who ride alongside you and the ones you lose. The verse is stripped bare, unadorned, unafraid. Henry Kendall's tribute opens the collection like a fresh wound, and Marcus Clarke's preface contextualizes a writer forging an Australian literary voice from raw experience. These are poems that don't prettify existence - they meet it head on. For readers seeking authentic Australian literature, for verse that understands the cost of living, Gordon remains indispensable.














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