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 108
... turn sour - eyed , paralysed by revisions . Suiciders measure out the pills of transformation or find the weapon's unequivocal edge . Some deaths remain as were intended , the gaping apparel of revenge . Others find it measured exactly ...
... turn sour - eyed , paralysed by revisions . Suiciders measure out the pills of transformation or find the weapon's unequivocal edge . Some deaths remain as were intended , the gaping apparel of revenge . Others find it measured exactly ...
Page 114
... turn on him their bitter gaze . Their faces abrupt machines - now they are almost silver . They want revenge - it is just the darker side of justice a concept pure as the blood shifting in the veins after the oxygen has bubbled off ...
... turn on him their bitter gaze . Their faces abrupt machines - now they are almost silver . They want revenge - it is just the darker side of justice a concept pure as the blood shifting in the veins after the oxygen has bubbled off ...
Page 241
... turning sweetly on small wheels . But no one , of course , gets service at the bank without the ribby minutes ... turn from unemployment every night or bend from body poetry into day or night administration crookedness . And so up ...
... turning sweetly on small wheels . But no one , of course , gets service at the bank without the ribby minutes ... turn from unemployment every night or bend from body poetry into day or night administration crookedness . And so up ...
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