Wimmera by Sidney Nolan

I said to my love who is living
Dear we shall never be that verb
Perched on the sole Arabian tree
Ern Malley

a figure
the lost dark
reels from the open country
of himself

I was in Dimboola once
the landscape was not gone
though you took it with you
pressed between the pages of a book

the artist eliminates all traces
of looking
takes only himself
and not the frightened dust