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 125
... hear life bellowing in it . I hear death . I can't decide what my place is except to speak of this . The beast remains sensitive to the powers of speech . WALKING AT NIGHT We roam the streets at night , lovers heady with perfumes : here ...
... hear life bellowing in it . I hear death . I can't decide what my place is except to speak of this . The beast remains sensitive to the powers of speech . WALKING AT NIGHT We roam the streets at night , lovers heady with perfumes : here ...
Page 184
... hear the words , the common lyric . I hear the music of the snow . I enter cafe windows clear - eyed as a fish 184 One Night In Paris.
... hear the words , the common lyric . I hear the music of the snow . I enter cafe windows clear - eyed as a fish 184 One Night In Paris.
Page 195
... hear the voices Marx and Lenin but actual proof among the lines and plots so difficult to find . Only the recognised suffer from such brilliance , their genius given by the most perceptive , the equal genius of the judges . And given on ...
... hear the voices Marx and Lenin but actual proof among the lines and plots so difficult to find . Only the recognised suffer from such brilliance , their genius given by the most perceptive , the equal genius of the judges . And given on ...
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