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 77
... were visible from the start but now the monster's dead and bodies float everywhere , waiting for resurrection from red totalitarian lightning or the slow voltages of bureaucracy . You've left that black market of the soul . Here 77.
... were visible from the start but now the monster's dead and bodies float everywhere , waiting for resurrection from red totalitarian lightning or the slow voltages of bureaucracy . You've left that black market of the soul . Here 77.
Page 241
... waiting for the process of the stain , the road outside to the board directors and the wines toughening their livers , attaining deeper tans . The learning curve is high a song of the earth above a beggar's broken nose : they echo ...
... waiting for the process of the stain , the road outside to the board directors and the wines toughening their livers , attaining deeper tans . The learning curve is high a song of the earth above a beggar's broken nose : they echo ...
Page 258
... waiting for the downpull on the twig and getting it each time . You had the ease , the touch . And from this you dug through clay , and water came . Now it upwells in us . And now if you tried the green twig would your 258.
... waiting for the downpull on the twig and getting it each time . You had the ease , the touch . And from this you dug through clay , and water came . Now it upwells in us . And now if you tried the green twig would your 258.
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