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 85
... naked woman , three constant friends , a set of wings ? You are what you have made . Bodies first : each one transparent as a glass of vodka . Strip sunsets for the colours , the purples , blood - reds , the nerving flames . Knead the ...
... naked woman , three constant friends , a set of wings ? You are what you have made . Bodies first : each one transparent as a glass of vodka . Strip sunsets for the colours , the purples , blood - reds , the nerving flames . Knead the ...
Page 115
... Naked , their nudity immaculate and as sudden as the tiny frogs after rain . SKY TRAVELLING WITH A SUNROOF The highway is endless . The trees rear like gelled hair from the razed edge of a New Wave hairdo . You are the rich one driving ...
... Naked , their nudity immaculate and as sudden as the tiny frogs after rain . SKY TRAVELLING WITH A SUNROOF The highway is endless . The trees rear like gelled hair from the razed edge of a New Wave hairdo . You are the rich one driving ...
Page 116
... naked love - knot . Her feet rise upon the sun - rim of your dashboard , ten - toed and primal among the sober dials . Now even your instruments begin to waver , your speed is less and slowing ; they indicate your life in stages ...
... naked love - knot . Her feet rise upon the sun - rim of your dashboard , ten - toed and primal among the sober dials . Now even your instruments begin to waver , your speed is less and slowing ; they indicate your life in stages ...
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