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 113
... arms are waving hopelessly . ( from ) THREE DREAMS OF DESTRUCTION 1 Some cell in him begins to dream : that demented one standing on the bridge searching the darkened city for a stranger's light still on . Then delivering his late mail ...
... arms are waving hopelessly . ( from ) THREE DREAMS OF DESTRUCTION 1 Some cell in him begins to dream : that demented one standing on the bridge searching the darkened city for a stranger's light still on . Then delivering his late mail ...
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... arms when someone else might loll on breasts or linger on the line of a leg . The Japanese love necks , the ... arms and naked shoulders moving over me , low rain sweeping the horizon . Breathing like Odysseus , I held your arms : you ...
... arms when someone else might loll on breasts or linger on the line of a leg . The Japanese love necks , the ... arms and naked shoulders moving over me , low rain sweeping the horizon . Breathing like Odysseus , I held your arms : you ...
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... arms for signs of autumn , for tiny leaves darkening on her veins . Except they're wrong , find none , make instead ... arm in arm through Tuscan plains . I wait for them like summer , I wait for her body's summer , but see the wintering ...
... arms for signs of autumn , for tiny leaves darkening on her veins . Except they're wrong , find none , make instead ... arm in arm through Tuscan plains . I wait for them like summer , I wait for her body's summer , but see the wintering ...
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