I found these three poets in Garema Place once an empty lifeless kind of place and to me now better than it was though others still think it soulless.
Judith Wright, David Campbell and AD Hope. All poets I enjoy. There were further poetical snippets set in the pavement, including one by Micheal Thwaites who I don't remember reading so looked him up. Here is one of his poems Canberra in Autumn.