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David Malouf, novelist and poet, is internationally recognised as one of Australia's finest contemporary writers. His novels include Johnno, An Imaginary Life, Harland's Half Acre and The Great World, which won the Commonwealth Writers' Prize and the Priz Femina Etranger in 1991. He has also written three opera libretti and eight collections of poetry, his most recent being Selected Poems 1991 and Poems 1959-89.
This poem is from his new collection - Selected Poems 1959-89 - which is published by Chatto & Windus at pounds 8.99.
This is the third of a series of poems on the theme of summer to be featured in the Daily Poem this week.
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