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 140
... falling emptily from trees , finding wire like a pull - through in my finger , or crashing bikes down onto concrete ... fall down in the same place twice ( or maybe does , landing like two - up ) . Such virgins of the surgery as myself ...
... falling emptily from trees , finding wire like a pull - through in my finger , or crashing bikes down onto concrete ... fall down in the same place twice ( or maybe does , landing like two - up ) . Such virgins of the surgery as myself ...
Page 208
... falling . Tiny Singapore , but what a crash . The Japs are captured now in waxworks , surrendering forever . Others ... fall and don't live long . *** Buddha cannot smell the flowers beside his face renewed each morning by the amah . A ...
... falling . Tiny Singapore , but what a crash . The Japs are captured now in waxworks , surrendering forever . Others ... fall and don't live long . *** Buddha cannot smell the flowers beside his face renewed each morning by the amah . A ...
Page 244
... fall from bomb - bays , through unseen flares of television wavering at night like the karma of our crazed sensations , like the Aurora Borealis flames , like white - ocean loss of trees falling in bitter settings . They are the ground ...
... fall from bomb - bays , through unseen flares of television wavering at night like the karma of our crazed sensations , like the Aurora Borealis flames , like white - ocean loss of trees falling in bitter settings . They are the ground ...
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