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 215
... pain . China is front - stage , alive and dead as ancestors . The future cannot be fed from this , and the order's all wrong : ghosts should hunger for the mortal song . And not ( why not ? ) the other way around . And yet ... I have ...
... pain . China is front - stage , alive and dead as ancestors . The future cannot be fed from this , and the order's all wrong : ghosts should hunger for the mortal song . And not ( why not ? ) the other way around . And yet ... I have ...
Page 228
... pain from the cobbles . Gypsies play Madonna , sling doped - out babies on the open breast , even of toothless women . The younger move faster and grab at elbows , cuffs , shove their dismal placards in your chest . Many offer nothing ...
... pain from the cobbles . Gypsies play Madonna , sling doped - out babies on the open breast , even of toothless women . The younger move faster and grab at elbows , cuffs , shove their dismal placards in your chest . Many offer nothing ...
Page 230
... pain of death like celibacy , the vacuum's other side of love , virgin Keats drowning in his lungs and lust . The oxygen bubbles in the pain : of fighting against death , or worse , fighting against life . Keats and Rome with the pain ...
... pain of death like celibacy , the vacuum's other side of love , virgin Keats drowning in his lungs and lust . The oxygen bubbles in the pain : of fighting against death , or worse , fighting against life . Keats and Rome with the pain ...
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