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 61
... woman breaking down among moist ferns , the raillery of parrots . I find nothing , not hair , shoe nor torn blouse , a skirt hitched up her leg , a wrinkled cleft . But someone finds her sure enough , where he shoved the barrel against ...
... woman breaking down among moist ferns , the raillery of parrots . I find nothing , not hair , shoe nor torn blouse , a skirt hitched up her leg , a wrinkled cleft . But someone finds her sure enough , where he shoved the barrel against ...
Page 96
... woman with massive cleavage has ceased drinking worried , she mumbles , the police are giving breast tests . Beside her a woman wears such rocky magnificence on her ears the lobes are dragged and torn a quarter - inch . The tables are ...
... woman with massive cleavage has ceased drinking worried , she mumbles , the police are giving breast tests . Beside her a woman wears such rocky magnificence on her ears the lobes are dragged and torn a quarter - inch . The tables are ...
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... WOMAN MAKES HER CHOICE They must work within the long male dream of factories and shop - floors : women to work the moving steel , or the boning blade this eye gone thin and sharp , slivering against the bone , the left hand in chain ...
... WOMAN MAKES HER CHOICE They must work within the long male dream of factories and shop - floors : women to work the moving steel , or the boning blade this eye gone thin and sharp , slivering against the bone , the left hand in chain ...
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