He was also awarded the Patrick White Award in 1979, though hadn't published since 1984. His sense of this country, its landscapes and identity, come through strongly in his evocative prose. Indeed even his move to the United Kingdom, where he lived for the last four decades, seems to be an extension of this. Read an obituary and messages, and add your own, at The Australian: Randolph Stow: Australia Loses One of its Greatest Writers - A Pair of Ragged Claws Blog.
'Home Sweet Homeward their white skulls turning -
That's how the dead men lie.
Arm-bones stretched in unarticulated yearning -
That's how the dead men lie.
Oft when the Coolabahs are wagging
Hearing again their mothers' nagging
Overtook by a dreadful sagging -
That's how the dead men lie.'
Then the wind died down, and the voices faded, and at last Midnite fell asleep.