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 17
... through the bush like women caught undressing ; or leaned and drank their own reflections . Tortoises clambered through the surface covered in a thick green slime their long necks green phalluses reaching to the sun . 17 The Well The River.
... through the bush like women caught undressing ; or leaned and drank their own reflections . Tortoises clambered through the surface covered in a thick green slime their long necks green phalluses reaching to the sun . 17 The Well The River.
Page 155
... green wind , she is twenty women , suffering and soft beneath the machinery of men . Only their attentions hide her flesh , only their common fingers bring her back from words or from the blue and nervous country of his eyes from where ...
... green wind , she is twenty women , suffering and soft beneath the machinery of men . Only their attentions hide her flesh , only their common fingers bring her back from words or from the blue and nervous country of his eyes from where ...
Page 258
... green twig pinched into a V , held out palms uppermost in front of you — pacing back and forth in grid - form on the paddock , fisher of water - streams , these long fish flashing past us underground , and you waiting for the downpull ...
... green twig pinched into a V , held out palms uppermost in front of you — pacing back and forth in grid - form on the paddock , fisher of water - streams , these long fish flashing past us underground , and you waiting for the downpull ...
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