The death of Les Murray, at the age of 80, robs Australia of her greatest, most distinctively Australian poet, and a giant literary figure. Like so many others, Murray wrote too much, but the energy, verve and bracing originality of his language seldom failed, and he embodied a unique vision: contrarian, conservative, cussed, of the earth earthy, but with the imagination of a true visionary – and, that rare thing among poets, a robust sense of humour.
With Easter a recent memory, how better to remember him than with his great poem, The Say-but-the-Word Centurion Attempts a Summary. (The link will take you there).
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