Poems
The Hotel Déjá Vu
by Bruce Dawe •
Here at the Déjá Vu
we’ve seen it all before:
the clouds that block the blue,
the sea-spray at the door,
the angry whirling birds
seeking answers when there’s none
but presidential words
and trust and hope undone.
Continue reading for only $10 per month. Subscribe and gain full access to Australian Book Review. Already a subscriber? Sign in. If you need assistance, feel free to contact us.
Leave a comment
If you are an ABR subscriber, you will need to sign in to post a comment.
If you have forgotten your sign in details, or if you receive an error message when trying to submit your comment, please email your comment (and the name of the article to which it relates) to ABR Comments. We will review your comment and, subject to approval, we will post it under your name.
Please note that all comments must be approved by ABR and comply with our Terms & Conditions.