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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Page 79
... lines are dense as if incessant friction has charged the rails , the air tense above their surface , expectant ( it almost seems the heat has fused the jostling atoms at the surface and soldered the air ) . Magnetic - meaning someone ...
... lines are dense as if incessant friction has charged the rails , the air tense above their surface , expectant ( it almost seems the heat has fused the jostling atoms at the surface and soldered the air ) . Magnetic - meaning someone ...
Page 131
... lines young trees have grown , the oldest still on their way . The city is poured into its form : a person near an ... line of ink . The whole city is suspended from it . THE WIND HAS PANELS Not the seminar kind . The 131.
... lines young trees have grown , the oldest still on their way . The city is poured into its form : a person near an ... line of ink . The whole city is suspended from it . THE WIND HAS PANELS Not the seminar kind . The 131.
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... lines that make her and your poem , there is your voice , the jolt - back from this dream . Or somewhere unknown , out beyond the frame , I belong to someone . RECOGNITION for Pramoedya Ananta Toer His words are so dangerous they're ...
... lines that make her and your poem , there is your voice , the jolt - back from this dream . Or somewhere unknown , out beyond the frame , I belong to someone . RECOGNITION for Pramoedya Ananta Toer His words are so dangerous they're ...
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