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 147
... voice we hear but has no sound - track , the tremor on the other side of circles , meaning death . I see another circle , but hear its voice speaking clearly of the ranks , the Soviets he may , for all we know , outlive . In colour now ...
... voice we hear but has no sound - track , the tremor on the other side of circles , meaning death . I see another circle , but hear its voice speaking clearly of the ranks , the Soviets he may , for all we know , outlive . In colour now ...
Page 150
... voice , and anti - voice ( its bloody pound of flesh ) . There's no worse master . Think of Ibsen , Bergman , their chthonic power ; and there is Bjorling's head - power , his tense ambivalent heart like the intensifying duel of Lensky ...
... voice , and anti - voice ( its bloody pound of flesh ) . There's no worse master . Think of Ibsen , Bergman , their chthonic power ; and there is Bjorling's head - power , his tense ambivalent heart like the intensifying duel of Lensky ...
Page 195
... voice , the jolt - back from this dream . Or somewhere unknown , out beyond the frame , I belong to someone ... voices Marx and Lenin but actual proof among the lines and plots so difficult to find . Only the recognised suffer from such ...
... voice , the jolt - back from this dream . Or somewhere unknown , out beyond the frame , I belong to someone ... voices Marx and Lenin but actual proof among the lines and plots so difficult to find . Only the recognised suffer from such ...
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