The Gordon cult

The rise and fall of an Australian literary icon

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  • Published 20240806
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-98-6 
  • Extent: 216pp
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ON 30 OCTOBER 1932, about 2,000 people gathered to celebrate the unveiling of a monument to Adam Lindsay Gordon at the intersection of Spring and Macarthur Streets in Melbourne.It depicts the poet in riding boots with his sleeves rolled up, clutching, somewhat disconsolately, a book in one hand and a pencil in the other. A passage from the poem ‘Ye Wearie Wayfarer’ appears on the column’s base: 

Two things stand like stone,
Kindness in another’s trouble,
Courage in your own.

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