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 19
... slow , like mile by mile ancient armoury , earth shuffling on four slow legs , dumb as stones . How old to be to feel no grief of the earth through the belly , the air like braille on their tongues . Down the road past the dams to the ...
... slow , like mile by mile ancient armoury , earth shuffling on four slow legs , dumb as stones . How old to be to feel no grief of the earth through the belly , the air like braille on their tongues . Down the road past the dams to the ...
Page 82
... slowly he receives new warmth , new light and this strange island sanity where the peace almost hurts , it's so ... slow flow of drains deeply singing . What river is this ? What river is this ? Drip by drip back into his mouth ( as ...
... slowly he receives new warmth , new light and this strange island sanity where the peace almost hurts , it's so ... slow flow of drains deeply singing . What river is this ? What river is this ? Drip by drip back into his mouth ( as ...
Page 83
... slowly come free . You start again , from the bottom rung up : strength , co - ordination or its lack . And nerve . Climbing's the same anywhere , the only gun ... slow scan of images counts me through . What do you see ? I see you . *** 83.
... slowly come free . You start again , from the bottom rung up : strength , co - ordination or its lack . And nerve . Climbing's the same anywhere , the only gun ... slow scan of images counts me through . What do you see ? I see you . *** 83.
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