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 38
... dark God speaks . Who is the cause of this darkness but myself ? I have a strange love . It is the purple time , not quite dawn . Calm upon the terror . Calm . Oh , I ache for the skitting birds ' spontaneous cries , before the light ...
... dark God speaks . Who is the cause of this darkness but myself ? I have a strange love . It is the purple time , not quite dawn . Calm upon the terror . Calm . Oh , I ache for the skitting birds ' spontaneous cries , before the light ...
Page 133
... dark illumination stilled among the flow . I see you , invited back : those dark rooms feeding under reddish glow , seeing images of the camera's double - arrow , cutting there among the trays , among old chemicals of the universe of ...
... dark illumination stilled among the flow . I see you , invited back : those dark rooms feeding under reddish glow , seeing images of the camera's double - arrow , cutting there among the trays , among old chemicals of the universe of ...
Page 204
... darkness . I'm drunk where people don't . Too hot , unable to sleep I repeat the happenstance remarks made visiting ... dark - set eyes to fall in lust with , or bottles of alcohol to - bend me on self - flattery , self - doubt ? Poetry ...
... darkness . I'm drunk where people don't . Too hot , unable to sleep I repeat the happenstance remarks made visiting ... dark - set eyes to fall in lust with , or bottles of alcohol to - bend me on self - flattery , self - doubt ? Poetry ...
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