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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... Jussi Bjorling 148 Inquiry Of The Spirit Body 151 Properties Of The Poet 152 Thinking Of Rendra 153 A Migrant Woman Makes Her Choice 154 Guest - House 156 Barbecue Of The Primitives Train Trip Across The Nullarbor 157 158 FEEDING THE ...
... Jussi Bjorling 148 Inquiry Of The Spirit Body 151 Properties Of The Poet 152 Thinking Of Rendra 153 A Migrant Woman Makes Her Choice 154 Guest - House 156 Barbecue Of The Primitives Train Trip Across The Nullarbor 157 158 FEEDING THE ...
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... Jussi Bjorling and Beethoven and Thelonious Monk . A high - pitched Chinese cook floats among his satellites : cleaver and chopping board , spices and wok , and a million juggled dishes ; then a single clerk grumbling with his pages ...
... Jussi Bjorling and Beethoven and Thelonious Monk . A high - pitched Chinese cook floats among his satellites : cleaver and chopping board , spices and wok , and a million juggled dishes ; then a single clerk grumbling with his pages ...
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... record that repeats itself . Others raved at parties , intent on legend . You fought alone , another monstrous stylus creeping in : the brooding verismo of despair . - I think of the hugest opera singers — the 148 Jussi Bjorling.
... record that repeats itself . Others raved at parties , intent on legend . You fought alone , another monstrous stylus creeping in : the brooding verismo of despair . - I think of the hugest opera singers — the 148 Jussi Bjorling.
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