The Weekend Australian - Review - - Books -

Of the many po­ems that stopped me in my tracks, one is called Watch­ing My Lover . First we get a vivid pic­ture of her man hold­ing his sick mother as she vom­its. He washes her face, re­moves her soiled gown, her pa­per ‘‘ di­a­per’’; he dresses her as ‘‘ she cov­ers her breasts with hands bruised from tubes and nee­dles’’. Then Crozier’s brave can­dour: Later, I curl naked be­side him in our bed, lis­ten to his sleep­ing breath by breath. So worn out he burns with fever — the fires his flesh lights to keep him from the cold . . . Though he has washed I smell her on his skin as if she has licked him from head to toe with her old wo­man’s tongue so ev­ery­one who lies with him will know he’s still his mother’s son. Sam Hamill and Lorna Crozier are guests of the Aus­tralian Po­etry Cen­tre’s fes­ti­val in Castle­maine, Vic­to­ria, from April 25 to 27. Book­ings: ( 03) 9527 4063. Email: ad­min@ aus­tralian­po­et­rycen­tre. org. au.

Il­lus­tra­tion: Igor Sak­tor

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