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 26
... silence the net trails out behind us . Warmth tussles to the surface as we lean , the sticks flexing , weight ... silent as fish , the open weave of salt . Here for the rare space , sky and sheer water 26 The Windmill Fishing With My Father.
... silence the net trails out behind us . Warmth tussles to the surface as we lean , the sticks flexing , weight ... silent as fish , the open weave of salt . Here for the rare space , sky and sheer water 26 The Windmill Fishing With My Father.
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... silence , hurled the first stone through the stained glass . I saw the break , the lead - line claw , black , unclutched , straggled in air . Saw in the morning , how the light poured in . Nothing seemed worse for it . ) VI Yes . Yes ...
... silence , hurled the first stone through the stained glass . I saw the break , the lead - line claw , black , unclutched , straggled in air . Saw in the morning , how the light poured in . Nothing seemed worse for it . ) VI Yes . Yes ...
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... . And given on the morning of awards : the Handcuffs for Fiction , the Shackles for Political Essays , the government's Fellowship of Compulsory Silence . Mnemonists had once supported him : each prison wall , 195 Recognition.
... . And given on the morning of awards : the Handcuffs for Fiction , the Shackles for Political Essays , the government's Fellowship of Compulsory Silence . Mnemonists had once supported him : each prison wall , 195 Recognition.
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