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 134
... someone else's ; taken your tools and gone back home . Something else is watching there , quite new . GHAZALS ON SIGNS OF LOVE AND OCCUPATION Someone's licked a finger , touched it to the mirror . A bleary , innocent fingerprint , but ...
... someone else's ; taken your tools and gone back home . Something else is watching there , quite new . GHAZALS ON SIGNS OF LOVE AND OCCUPATION Someone's licked a finger , touched it to the mirror . A bleary , innocent fingerprint , but ...
Page 243
... Someone always , someone always wants to do the killing . Except we see and hear it like a programme . of the dead . The world's too small / too big : the world hatched and won't take in islands , their one compass shaking approaches ...
... Someone always , someone always wants to do the killing . Except we see and hear it like a programme . of the dead . The world's too small / too big : the world hatched and won't take in islands , their one compass shaking approaches ...
Page 264
... someone said . ) Half - undressed , your hands crossed on your chest , you might be lying in state but you are now the calmest of short deaths in a room that's calming , rectilinear , worn smooth by New Age silence . Even the ...
... someone said . ) Half - undressed , your hands crossed on your chest , you might be lying in state but you are now the calmest of short deaths in a room that's calming , rectilinear , worn smooth by New Age silence . Even the ...
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