Fragmentary Scenes from
Hippodromania; or, Whiffs
from the Pipe.
Ye Warie Wayfarer, hys
Poems incorrectly attributed to Gordon
A selection of Tribute Poems written about Gordon can be found under the Members' Area.
Australia's National Poet - His Works
Adam Lindsay Gordon was a literary genius and he set down all his
sights, sounds, and feelings into the form of poetry, mostly with a pencil
whilst horse riding from station to station. In all of
All the experiences that Gordon encountered in the South East of South Australia were completely foreign to him. The landscape, flora and fauna and the weather with hot dry summers and clear starry nights. Also the nearby ocean fascinated him.
I would that with sleepy, soft embraces
The sea would fold me—would find me rest
In luminous shades of her secret places,
In depths where her marvels are manifest ;
So the earth beneath her should not discover
My hidden couch-nor the heaven above her—
As a strong love shielding a weary lover,
I would have her shield me with shining breast.
- The Swimmer
Gordon left no doubt that he held the horse in high regard.
In their own generation the wise may sneer,
They hold our sports in derision ;
Perchance to sophist, or sage, or seer,
Were allotted a graver vision.
Yet if man, of all the Creator plann'd,
His noblest work is reckoned,
Of the works of His hand, by sea or by land,
The horse may at least rank second.
- Visions in the Smoke
Gordon's verses have a human touch direct and sincere that only an expert horseman could pen.
Dark-brown with tan muzzle, just stripped for the tussle,
Stood Iseult, arching her neck to the curb,
A lean head and fiery, strong quarters and wiry,
A loin rather light, but a shoulder superb.
- How we Beat the Favourite