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 14
... strange breath of acetone . The huge , easy step of animals became the only truth , a depth within the bones I saw protruding , kin to my strange feeling : of some old character beneath the skin . RHESUS I Beneath her manners , it was ...
... strange breath of acetone . The huge , easy step of animals became the only truth , a depth within the bones I saw protruding , kin to my strange feeling : of some old character beneath the skin . RHESUS I Beneath her manners , it was ...
Page 82
... strange island sanity where the peace almost hurts , it's so backward . *** The Pole gasping and plunging from the upper bank his head open to daylight — it floods in one bel - canto flow of shock ... in three inches of chopped weed ...
... strange island sanity where the peace almost hurts , it's so backward . *** The Pole gasping and plunging from the upper bank his head open to daylight — it floods in one bel - canto flow of shock ... in three inches of chopped weed ...
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... strange Adventist music of the Chamberlains , though this is more your music than theirs ; this is my obsession with city and land and distrust of intensity . This is not but then perhaps it is the chant rising from the MCG , or the ...
... strange Adventist music of the Chamberlains , though this is more your music than theirs ; this is my obsession with city and land and distrust of intensity . This is not but then perhaps it is the chant rising from the MCG , or the ...
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