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 51
... eyes dragging their sockets . Benchley at his killing one calf before winter . The eyes rolling on him seeing nothing . But his eyes and palms move on the white selvage slowly — with near maddening slowness . Erotica of exactness . He's ...
... eyes dragging their sockets . Benchley at his killing one calf before winter . The eyes rolling on him seeing nothing . But his eyes and palms move on the white selvage slowly — with near maddening slowness . Erotica of exactness . He's ...
Page 154
... eye gone thin and sharp , slivering against the bone , the left hand in chain - mail ; St Joans , cursed to hear male voices , to labour ... eyes speed her slightest movements : the green silk spilling 154 A Migrant Woman Makes Her Choice.
... eye gone thin and sharp , slivering against the bone , the left hand in chain - mail ; St Joans , cursed to hear male voices , to labour ... eyes speed her slightest movements : the green silk spilling 154 A Migrant Woman Makes Her Choice.
Page 203
... eyes . Born in this hungry month , it seems I'm matched to restlessness , drawn to things oblique , susceptible to one remove . Like a photograph I saw : in purdah a woman's eyes shining black against the glow of skin between two ...
... eyes . Born in this hungry month , it seems I'm matched to restlessness , drawn to things oblique , susceptible to one remove . Like a photograph I saw : in purdah a woman's eyes shining black against the glow of skin between two ...
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