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 14
... breath of acetone . The huge , easy step of animals became the only truth , a depth within the bones I saw protruding , kin to my strange feeling : of some old character beneath the skin . RHESUS I Beneath her manners , it was meant ...
... breath of acetone . The huge , easy step of animals became the only truth , a depth within the bones I saw protruding , kin to my strange feeling : of some old character beneath the skin . RHESUS I Beneath her manners , it was meant ...
Page 35
... breath , stroked the flanks of destiny : this beast men unknowingly assembled in the Mecca of their hearts . Last ironic exercise of his limbs through bazaars . Old men , huddled , chopped ends of straw beneath the cloth , traders ...
... breath , stroked the flanks of destiny : this beast men unknowingly assembled in the Mecca of their hearts . Last ironic exercise of his limbs through bazaars . Old men , huddled , chopped ends of straw beneath the cloth , traders ...
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... breath a guard's impassive face , all this complexity beside the boom - gate . His is this weeping body , where snow is packed all the way from the heart . And so slowly he receives new warmth , new light and this strange island sanity ...
... breath a guard's impassive face , all this complexity beside the boom - gate . His is this weeping body , where snow is packed all the way from the heart . And so slowly he receives new warmth , new light and this strange island sanity ...
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