The word goes round Repins,the murmur goes round Lorenzinis,at Tattersalls, men look up from sheets of numbers,the Stock Exchange scribblers forget the chalk in their handsand men with bread in their pockets leave the Greek Club:There’s a fellow crying in Martin Place. They can’t stop him. The traffic in George Street is banked up forContinue reading “An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow : Les Murray : : Rainbow Poems : :”