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 82
... shock ... in three inches of chopped weed , clay , water , I am sucked in by his last breath the nostril - filling water , everywhere hairs , slow flow of drains deeply singing . What river is this ? What river is this ? Drip by drip ...
... shock ... in three inches of chopped weed , clay , water , I am sucked in by his last breath the nostril - filling water , everywhere hairs , slow flow of drains deeply singing . What river is this ? What river is this ? Drip by drip ...
Page 92
... shock in sepia of platoons just hours before they left . The shock that shifts across the brain from left to right from the hemisphere of fact to dream , like troopships that crossed the hemispheres and left men wondering : was it fact ...
... shock in sepia of platoons just hours before they left . The shock that shifts across the brain from left to right from the hemisphere of fact to dream , like troopships that crossed the hemispheres and left men wondering : was it fact ...
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... shock to bring them close is really distance . They are the number of teeth , amalgam like metal graves sunk into them , they are DNA ... They are the measure of us . AT QUEENSTOWN , NEW ZEALAND , BETWEEN READINGS Every shop is selling ...
... shock to bring them close is really distance . They are the number of teeth , amalgam like metal graves sunk into them , they are DNA ... They are the measure of us . AT QUEENSTOWN , NEW ZEALAND , BETWEEN READINGS Every shop is selling ...
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