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 136
... things are animate . The heat moved heavily , did not protect : all things were animate , but one weight alive , and one weight where death had placed its heavy , eye - closed copy , its blue baby . He had little chance , eighteen ...
... things are animate . The heat moved heavily , did not protect : all things were animate , but one weight alive , and one weight where death had placed its heavy , eye - closed copy , its blue baby . He had little chance , eighteen ...
Page 204
... things torn away , or poems to taunt , or dark - set eyes to fall in lust with , or bottles of alcohol to - bend me on self - flattery , self - doubt ? Poetry sits on my knee like a ventriloquist's dummy . It's the light under the door ...
... things torn away , or poems to taunt , or dark - set eyes to fall in lust with , or bottles of alcohol to - bend me on self - flattery , self - doubt ? Poetry sits on my knee like a ventriloquist's dummy . It's the light under the door ...
Page 275
... things can be like hand - me - downs in reverse , from the future they fit , you know what's in the pockets but as ... thing : the girl with the glass eye . No one could look at her without looking for the glass eye inside her black ...
... things can be like hand - me - downs in reverse , from the future they fit , you know what's in the pockets but as ... thing : the girl with the glass eye . No one could look at her without looking for the glass eye inside her black ...
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