New and Selected PoemsAcclaim for Salom's poetry- Sky Poems- there has been nothing quite like these poems in Australian poetry before ... Sky Poemsshould be read by anyone who cars for scope and scale in poetry, and who enjoys language at full stretch. Peter Porter The Projectionist- a richly fruitful experience - a voyage of poetic discovery. Bruce Beaver, Weekend Australian |
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Philip Salom. are ghosts , tamed blurs within his body , in nerveless days , blunt and meek . He has learnt to live behind his eyes , roaming not even to the wild edge limits of his skin . But asleep , he guards a wilderness of mounted ...
Philip Salom. are ghosts , tamed blurs within his body , in nerveless days , blunt and meek . He has learnt to live behind his eyes , roaming not even to the wild edge limits of his skin . But asleep , he guards a wilderness of mounted ...
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... ghosts , sweet , sublime bars of brokenness ring out . LET 5 am . Flame green parrots blaze down the iron - roof shrieking ! Fly up , begin again . I wake through long summer . Light parades in the glass and already the sea's blue ...
... ghosts , sweet , sublime bars of brokenness ring out . LET 5 am . Flame green parrots blaze down the iron - roof shrieking ! Fly up , begin again . I wake through long summer . Light parades in the glass and already the sea's blue ...
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... ghosts should hunger for the mortal song . And not ( why not ? ) the other way around . And yet ... I have begun to grasp a sound I'd never noticed , of drawn emotions in the strings , as ancient as devotions . Is it from joy , or wrong ...
... ghosts should hunger for the mortal song . And not ( why not ? ) the other way around . And yet ... I have begun to grasp a sound I'd never noticed , of drawn emotions in the strings , as ancient as devotions . Is it from joy , or wrong ...
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