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 34
... Wheels rang like choirs on the track . But now , old priest , antagonist , upside - down , gable - minded , a bat flapping with the heat , clinging to ... what ? ( It came like the kiss of blocks into place . Night slipped me into dark ...
... Wheels rang like choirs on the track . But now , old priest , antagonist , upside - down , gable - minded , a bat flapping with the heat , clinging to ... what ? ( It came like the kiss of blocks into place . Night slipped me into dark ...
Page 81
... wheels , bicycle clips glimmering like fraternity rings rising and falling on this concentric pedal . Hands in the crushing handshake of the cold . Ten of them , pedalling , on wheels skinny but perfect , then disappearing into the mist ...
... wheels , bicycle clips glimmering like fraternity rings rising and falling on this concentric pedal . Hands in the crushing handshake of the cold . Ten of them , pedalling , on wheels skinny but perfect , then disappearing into the mist ...
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... wheel fallen on its side blood river and milling blood an audience of men and snuff acts and deaths of women Rome was kept distracted by its soap - operas and S / M sports disaster epics and death columns all in one The blood - wheel ...
... wheel fallen on its side blood river and milling blood an audience of men and snuff acts and deaths of women Rome was kept distracted by its soap - operas and S / M sports disaster epics and death columns all in one The blood - wheel ...
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