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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... window , murderers loose in the bush of the mind . FIGURES IN CLAY 2 I We spied through the old dairy's milk - room window as he came to this hay , gold with curing . The barrel snaked , black , slowly past the broken pane . Now , close ...
... window , murderers loose in the bush of the mind . FIGURES IN CLAY 2 I We spied through the old dairy's milk - room window as he came to this hay , gold with curing . The barrel snaked , black , slowly past the broken pane . Now , close ...
Page 108
... WINDOW This is the sky room . And there are my two windows one is open and a tapping comes from the other so I open it , fall back just in time ( there's a chair exactly convenient ) . As the rush begins — plates , handlebars , a pair ...
... WINDOW This is the sky room . And there are my two windows one is open and a tapping comes from the other so I open it , fall back just in time ( there's a chair exactly convenient ) . As the rush begins — plates , handlebars , a pair ...
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... window - sash rattling then woke again , the way one does , over - alert , suddenly , feeling starlight , my arms spread across the frame , imagining what I must look like to someone at the window opposite : in moonlight like a Christ ...
... window - sash rattling then woke again , the way one does , over - alert , suddenly , feeling starlight , my arms spread across the frame , imagining what I must look like to someone at the window opposite : in moonlight like a Christ ...
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