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 82
... head open to daylight — it floods in one bel - canto flow of shock ... in three inches of chopped weed , clay , water , I am sucked in by his last breath the nostril - filling water , everywhere hairs , slow flow of drains deeply ...
... head open to daylight — it floods in one bel - canto flow of shock ... in three inches of chopped weed , clay , water , I am sucked in by his last breath the nostril - filling water , everywhere hairs , slow flow of drains deeply ...
Page 152
... head - nerve ... Shoulders for dejection , joining the above ; and joining downwards to the stomach , this master ... head for speech , wires for connections and therefore sometimes for pain , a head for time shifts for the knowing abyss ...
... head - nerve ... Shoulders for dejection , joining the above ; and joining downwards to the stomach , this master ... head for speech , wires for connections and therefore sometimes for pain , a head for time shifts for the knowing abyss ...
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... head ? - I am told old men and women , having ( say ) Hokkein but no English , in fear won't speak to grandchildren bent to Mandarin in case the sound of dialect jarrs the child's exams . The head demands two languages , and maths , and ...
... head ? - I am told old men and women , having ( say ) Hokkein but no English , in fear won't speak to grandchildren bent to Mandarin in case the sound of dialect jarrs the child's exams . The head demands two languages , and maths , and ...
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