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 154
... WOMAN MAKES HER CHOICE They must work within the long male dream of factories and shop - floors : women to work the moving steel , or the boning blade this eye gone thin and sharp , slivering against the bone , the left hand in chain ...
... WOMAN MAKES HER CHOICE They must work within the long male dream of factories and shop - floors : women to work the moving steel , or the boning blade this eye gone thin and sharp , slivering against the bone , the left hand in chain ...
Page 155
... women for labour but not the choice ― not for sex ... Here in the thrum of English she can turn ironic heel on blindness , the stain on her forehead that is patriarchy . Her body lifts into a sky , both white and dense , intense black ...
... women for labour but not the choice ― not for sex ... Here in the thrum of English she can turn ironic heel on blindness , the stain on her forehead that is patriarchy . Her body lifts into a sky , both white and dense , intense black ...
Page 222
... women and free you more so , but a woman in black Irma La Douce is more stared at blatant by men and women both , one each side of , well , cleavage too open , loose , too much of too much , so , there is behind the bustier a righteous ...
... women and free you more so , but a woman in black Irma La Douce is more stared at blatant by men and women both , one each side of , well , cleavage too open , loose , too much of too much , so , there is behind the bustier a righteous ...
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