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 120
... lifts the crutches of the crippled boy , up past the roofless walls the children stand upon the shattered roof , one wall blown out but they lift with it , so soon after the Loyalist bombs . Sky ... People move in the sky , walking ...
... lifts the crutches of the crippled boy , up past the roofless walls the children stand upon the shattered roof , one wall blown out but they lift with it , so soon after the Loyalist bombs . Sky ... People move in the sky , walking ...
Page 131
... lift - well has grown like a square and empty tower with a cable for spine . A resuscitation machine is wheeled to a corner as the doctors shake their heads . The lift light shows bottom floor . Some great star appears in his penthouse ...
... lift - well has grown like a square and empty tower with a cable for spine . A resuscitation machine is wheeled to a corner as the doctors shake their heads . The lift light shows bottom floor . Some great star appears in his penthouse ...
Page 256
... lift us . scarp , across Days crackle like cellophane . I drive home on hot roads to the hills and watch for smoke lifting like volume lifts under the left hand of a Karajan . The sun overdoes it like TV : the seven months without rain ...
... lift us . scarp , across Days crackle like cellophane . I drive home on hot roads to the hills and watch for smoke lifting like volume lifts under the left hand of a Karajan . The sun overdoes it like TV : the seven months without rain ...
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