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 90
... wall : if you make a wall of heaven , then beyond the wall is it ... The argument is exact . What else is faith ? But that's too easy to be that . He's certain he can hear the saved , mumbling . And surely he sees across the blue the ...
... wall : if you make a wall of heaven , then beyond the wall is it ... The argument is exact . What else is faith ? But that's too easy to be that . He's certain he can hear the saved , mumbling . And surely he sees across the blue the ...
Page 129
... walls are too direct ; and yet they drift . Walls that drift are not any walls to trust . The old world is the dream of Penelope don't imagine it will not change . The myth was wrong ; you won't return to the same place . You're not ...
... walls are too direct ; and yet they drift . Walls that drift are not any walls to trust . The old world is the dream of Penelope don't imagine it will not change . The myth was wrong ; you won't return to the same place . You're not ...
Page 243
... walls are heavier than dreams , the walls of Khajaru out - love us , the greatest statues worry us , they take up more than was given , as if they know what is best and worst of us and ignore it . the impossibility of fully describing a ...
... walls are heavier than dreams , the walls of Khajaru out - love us , the greatest statues worry us , they take up more than was given , as if they know what is best and worst of us and ignore it . the impossibility of fully describing a ...
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