Where something special becomes mundane to someone else in the retelling? The genre is part of bush poetry and does not tell a story. This is not about love of nation - but love of country, there is a difference. All of this… 1803 Words 8 Pages having bounced back from a series of disasters in the past few years including the coral bleaching wrought by el Niño and the horror of the 2004 tsunami. Core of my heart, my country! Four volumes of her collected verse were published: The Closed Door published in 1911, contained the first appearance of My Country under its present name ; The Witch Maid, and Other Verses 1914 ; Dreamharbour 1923 ; and Fancy Dress 1926. There must be an unseen thread between my heart and my country; one that daily life makes easy to ignore. Land of the Rainbow Gold, For flood and fire and famine, She pays us back threefold - Over the thirsty paddocks, Watch, after many days, The filmy veil of greenness That thickens as we gaze.
At the same time it makes you question who her audience is. Core of my heart, my country! In the next lines she forgives her country as nature returns in abundance. Core of my heart, my country! Indeed, so superior are its beaches, so cobalt blue its waters and so warm its welcome that the country has become a byword for paradise whether it be for honeymooners, sun worshippers or divers. I chose this poem because it embodies all that is special about the Australian landcape, and the simple, yet descriptive language brings images to the mind and speaks to all ages. Sadly this poem is sneered at by many and has been deliberately altered by others, but this poem says it all. The use of alliteration helps to emphasize the characteristics of Australian rural life. Mackellar was educated at home and began writing at a very young age.
The Canberra suburb of McKellar was not named after her, but is often assumed to have been. The application of this technique allows the poet to express how important her relationship with the land is and allows the audience to see Australia as more than a piece of land. I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror — The wide brown land for me! Of ragged mountain ranges possibly refer to the , and the. No Matter how many times I read those two verses, I am filled with the added pride of knowing that while our earliest Pioneers struggled against that Wild terror on the other side of the world, they were victorious, in that they maintained, their love for the old country, while embracing and building the new. Great saffron sunset clouds, and larkspur mountains, And fenceless miles of plain, And hillsides golden-green in that unearthly Clear shining after rain; And nights of blue and pearl, and long smooth beaches, Yellow as sunburnt wheat, Edged with a line of foam that creams and hisses, Enticing weary feet.
MacKellar's first anthology of poems, The Closed Door, published in Australian in 1911 included the poem. It also seems to me that it is so dear to the people of the South is because country music started here. The inspiration for her poems undoubtedly came from the time she spent on the rural properties as a child. A poem that looks at the human need to have hope, and to dream a wonderful life. The problem here is that her reference palate has slipped a little. I'm not blaming them for it.
Most Australians are generally not aware of this first stanza even though the second stanza is amongst the most well-known pieces of. State Library of New South Wales. This stanza is why the poem is so famous and timeless. Does anyone have a copy of an early publication? Core of my heart, my country! Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins, Strong love of grey-blue distance Brown streams and soft dim skies I know but cannot share it, My love is otherwise. It hones their personalities into a mould that cannot occur in many other places. Library of New South Wales. My Country The love of field and coppice, Of green and shaded lanes.
I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror - The wide brown land for me! If this was the incorrect word why wasn't it changed at the time? Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins, Strong love of grey-blue distance Brown streams and soft dim skies I know but cannot share it, My love is otherwise. I learned this poem some 48 years ago, and it still brings tears. An opal-hearted country, A wilful, lavish land All you who have not loved her, You will not understand though Earth holds many splendours, Wherever I may die, I know to what brown country My homing thoughts will fly. The beauty in the abundant and varied landscapes. Over the thirsty paddocks, Watch, after many days, The filmy veil of greenness That thickens as we gaze.
I hope one day to be able to see these things for myself and maybe fully understand. Mackellar was occasionally a political poet. My Country The love of field and coppice, Of green and shaded lanes. I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins, Strong love of grey-blue distance Brown streams and soft dim skies I know but cannot share it, My love is otherwise.
Green tangle of the brushes, Where lithe lianas coil, And orchids deck the tree-tops And ferns the warm dark soil. It was reprinted in many Australian newspapers, quickly becoming well known and establishing Mackellar as a poet. Her declaration is filled with such love for a selfish, inconsiderate land. All of these appeal to the readers senses and places brilliant visual image s in our minds by illuminating the various features of the country, from the perspective of the poems persona. Land of the Rainbow Gold, For flood and fire and famine, She pays us back threefold - Over the thirsty paddocks, Watch, after many days, The filmy veil of greenness That thickens as we gaze. A stark white ring-barked forest All tragic to the moon, The sapphire-misted mountains, The hot gold hush of noon.
Land of the rainbow gold, For flood and fire and famine She pays us back threefold. She is buried with her father and family in Waverley Cemetery overlooking the open ocean. The phrases 'flood, fire and famine', 'steady and soaking', and 'lithe lianas' use alliteration to emphasize the characteristics of Australian rural life. Personification 'I love a sun burnt country' which familiarizes the following stanza on Australia, the idea of Australia not just being a piece of land, but to posses similar characteristics of a person. Green tangle of the brushes, Where lithe lianas coil, And orchids deck the tree-tops And ferns the warm dark soil.