Alec Hope, the elder by some eight years, though born in the New South Wales country town of Cooma, would generally be seen as a much more cosmopolitan poet than Wright. Despite the about-turn of its final stanzas, his well-known early poem Australia, with its scathing descriptions of both the Australian landscape - ‘A nation of trees, drab green and desolate grey’ - and Australians - ‘monotonous tribes’, seems never to have been quite forgotten or forgiven. Certainly Hope’s poems have not been as widely loved as Wright’s, nor have they been so readily conscripted to the nationalist poetic canon.

Some years ago I chaired a poetry reading at Sydney’s Parliament House. As a fund-raiser for the May Gibbs’ House, Nutcote, members of parliament were asked to read their favourite Australian poem. Top of the pops were poems by Judith Wright and John O’Brien. I don’t remember anyo

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