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 96
... their blue and languorous selves into the air . Speech sorts out who we are so much better than silence . So , to begin on what should be the easiest word ... They look at me doubtfully , their faces in three 96 Speech Making.
... their blue and languorous selves into the air . Speech sorts out who we are so much better than silence . So , to begin on what should be the easiest word ... They look at me doubtfully , their faces in three 96 Speech Making.
Page 189
... look for the copyright on the bottom of the world ... Can't find it anywhere . HUNTING THE THYLACINE Thylacine . What irony is this sign that sounds the seen when seen is what it isn't . All their searching echoes on the word : its tail ...
... look for the copyright on the bottom of the world ... Can't find it anywhere . HUNTING THE THYLACINE Thylacine . What irony is this sign that sounds the seen when seen is what it isn't . All their searching echoes on the word : its tail ...
Page 228
... , in buses and stations , holding back to point of pain , this final look worn out by the strain of saying grazie you refuse them . No. Grazie ... No. Grazie ... if ETRUSCAN TOMBS There's none of the passion of death no 228 Beggars In Rome.
... , in buses and stations , holding back to point of pain , this final look worn out by the strain of saying grazie you refuse them . No. Grazie ... No. Grazie ... if ETRUSCAN TOMBS There's none of the passion of death no 228 Beggars In Rome.
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