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Down by the Queanbeyan River
Down by the Queanbeyan River Sulla Sponda del fiume di Queanbeyan A river too is like a library, Its banks like storied shelves, Its memories written on water, And in the nearby land. Anche un fiume รจ come una biblioteca, Le sue rive come piani di scaffali, Le sue memorie scritte sull’acqua, E sulla terra vicina. The suspension bridge still bounces like it always did, And on each end the obelisks Painted brilliant white, Hold up the spiralled cables, Steeled taught across the gulf, Across the space between one world And that which is beyond. Il ponte sospeso dondola ancora come sempre faceva, E su ogni lato gli obelischi Dipinti…
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A Visit to the Queanbeyan Library
When I first visited the Queanbeyan Library, it was housed in the old council chambers. After that, it moved from place to place, and is now housed in a multistorey plexiglass building. The earliest memory I have of the library is borrowing a picture book version of the story of Ulysses. It was illustrated with beautiful coloured illustrations of the characters and the stories. I had spotted it behind the glass counter on the return desk and the librarian kindly processed it, with the old fashioned ink stamps then used, so that I could borrow it. La prima volta che sono andato alla Biblioteca di Queanbeyan, era ospitata nelle vecchie…
