Published in Overland Issue 16 Summer 1959-60 · Poetry Stranger Who Was Flesh (a poem) Robin Luftus Stranger who was flesh and marrow of my bone How far and lonely have you comeIn seven years. A little space of timeAnd yet your universe and mineTo separate worlds in different orbits spinI sense a wild kaleidoscope within your brain But cannot enter in. Once your eyes reflected but a single world And I the centre. Gently furledWithin my heart, the flower IAnd you the bud. And nothing knewBut calm content as in each other grew.But now your reckless days weave patterns bright As shoals of fish that dart and veer in sudden flight. ow will you fare, my love, tracking an alien star Through the tides and reefs of lonely seas, far From the welcoming land? How will you fare?You stand with bright impatience, quick to defend your willDemand the hills and sky, but never know your fill.I tremble that the world will take a savage tollOf your effervescent years, and like Icarus you will fallAll burning from the sun.Oh winds of love, if you were ever realFan my understanding into vibrant flame. Let me feelYour gales of light strike deep in my unknowing mind.Return the vision once you briefly lent, and bind Me to your living centre once again. Robin Luftus More by Robin Luftus › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 5 November 2025 · Poetry Force posture agreement Miroslav Sandev The men of Darwin have all taken their rottweilers / out for a walk at the same time. / For our protection. Like Pine Gap: / all those big white eyes that scan / the darkening horizon. / The eyes stay woke, so that we may sleep. / Or so they say. 1 22 August 202522 August 2025 · Poetry starmight K.A Ren Wyld Ending genocide and apartheid is the story. Palestinian liberation is the story. / Aboriginal rights is the story. Truth, justice, treaties and land back is the story. / Global Indigenous peoples’ solidarity and joy is the story. Kinship is the story.