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 120
... spinning . Of equal size and weight , concentric , they spin in opposite direction like a room of dervishes . Something is being done . This engine runs on mood , a marvel no engineer can hope to equal . Each combustion when we're ...
... spinning . Of equal size and weight , concentric , they spin in opposite direction like a room of dervishes . Something is being done . This engine runs on mood , a marvel no engineer can hope to equal . Each combustion when we're ...
Page 179
... spin the wristy S and Hs of wheel and gear - change . We live at someone else's speed , the Citizen's , the person we hate , and in whose image we are made . It is essential to forget the glass contains us . Inside , our journey is our ...
... spin the wristy S and Hs of wheel and gear - change . We live at someone else's speed , the Citizen's , the person we hate , and in whose image we are made . It is essential to forget the glass contains us . Inside , our journey is our ...
Page 277
... spin down on their carrier wings and lie in sheets of light among them . Imagine - living their warm or windy Eden outside of knowledge , living in the poem but never making it , with no words at all for miracles and no sound for its ...
... spin down on their carrier wings and lie in sheets of light among them . Imagine - living their warm or windy Eden outside of knowledge , living in the poem but never making it , with no words at all for miracles and no sound for its ...
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