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Australia once produced poets who were English poets a little out of touch; now she has her own; and O'Reilly with ball in hand is quite the parallel of an Australian poet, territorially distinct in rhythm, passion, scheme and transition.

— Edmund Charles Blunden Cricket Country (1944)

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The field and wood, all bone-fed loam,
Set up a roaring harvest-home.

I am for the woods against the world,
But are the woods for me?

Can she who shines so calm be fear?
What poison pours she in slumber's ear?

Cricket to us, like you, was more than play,
It was a worship in the summer sun.

Dance on this ball-floor thin and wan,
Use him as though you love him;
Court him, elude him, reel and pass,
And let him hate you through the glass.

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