Let no one say the past is dead.
The past is all about us and within.
Haunted by tribal memories, I know
this little now, whose long making
is so much of the past.
Tonight here in Suburbia as I sit
in easy chair before electric heater,
warmed by the red glow, I fall into dream:
I am away
at the camp fire in the bush, among
my own people, sitting on the ground.
No walls about me,
The stars over me,
The tall surrounding trees that stir in the wind
making their own music.
Soft cries of the night coming to us, there
where we are one with old Nature’s lives
Known and unknown,
in scenes where we belong but have now forsaken.
Deep chair and electric radiator
are but since yesterday.
But a thousand thousand camp fires in the forest
are in my blood.
Let none tell me the past is wholly gone.
Now is so small a part of time, so small a part
Of all the race years that have moulded me.

"Seasonal Flocking"

Last week outside my window
the tree grew red rosellas,
berry-bright fruits, the young ones
brocaded with juvenile green.
I said, the autumn's ending.
They have come out of the mountains
and the snowcloud shadows.

This week, on the road to town,
in the red-hung hawthorns,
eleven of the Twelve Apostles,
eight black cockatoos, their tails
fanned to show yellow panes,
uncounted magpies and currawongs
greasily fat from the dump and the butcher's throwouts --
that breeding-ground of maggots.

All of them flocked together,
crying aloud, knowing
the end of autumn.
Sharp-edged welcome-swallows
gathered and circled upwards.

Frost soon, and the last warmth passes.
Seed-stems rot on wet grasses.

At the end of autumn
I too -- I want you near me,
all you who scatter
into far places or are hidden under
summer-forgotten gravestones.
The Past was written by Oodgeroo Noonuccal, an Aboriginal Australian and Seasonal Flocking was written by Judith Wright.
I thought about doing compare and contrast the two poems. Both convey a sense of shift in time like shown using several diction. The Past is clearly linked to resentment towards the white and is directly attacking whereas Seasonal Flocking sort of uses nature and therefore is more peaceful although in a way, I could see a little bit of Aboriginality theme in the poem.

How do you see these?