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 61
... hair , shoe nor torn blouse , a skirt hitched up her leg , a wrinkled cleft . But someone finds her sure enough , where he shoved the barrel against this head of daylight , or by knife carved himself free of her limbs . Always a woman ...
... hair , shoe nor torn blouse , a skirt hitched up her leg , a wrinkled cleft . But someone finds her sure enough , where he shoved the barrel against this head of daylight , or by knife carved himself free of her limbs . Always a woman ...
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... hairs , slow flow of drains deeply singing . What river is this ? What river is this ? Drip by drip back into his mouth ( as ... hair , singing ( it was his heart ) homeland homeland . *** Climbing is the same anywhere : strength , co 82 22.
... hairs , slow flow of drains deeply singing . What river is this ? What river is this ? Drip by drip back into his mouth ( as ... hair , singing ( it was his heart ) homeland homeland . *** Climbing is the same anywhere : strength , co 82 22.
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... hair lifts every beat your blond hair over me is a tent darkening turning blond again and like a song of blond wine into water I drink where I've never been through rhythmic currents through your rivers like a thick thread unravelling ...
... hair lifts every beat your blond hair over me is a tent darkening turning blond again and like a song of blond wine into water I drink where I've never been through rhythmic currents through your rivers like a thick thread unravelling ...
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