The Spike Victoria University College Review 1944
II
II
With eyes fast closed on a hot night of autumn
As I breath in the scent of your warm breast
I see the happy shores unfold themselves
Where blaze the fires of an unaltering sun.
A lazy isle where nature lavishes
Delectable fruits and new fantastic trees
Men who have bodies vigorous and lean,
A startling freedom in the womens' eyes.
Your fragrance guiding to enchanting regions
I see a harbour full of masts and sails
Still weary from the fury of the waves.
Meanwhile the perfume of green tamarinds
Which spreads upon the air and fills the nostrils
Is mingled in my soul with sailors' songs