Before Battle (Martin Armstrong Poems)
Here on the blind verge of infinityWe live ard move like moles. Our crumbling trenchGapes like a long wound in ...
Here on the blind verge of infinityWe live ard move like moles. Our crumbling trenchGapes like a long wound in ...
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hagsThe valley; flinch not you, my body young.At these great shouting smokes and ...
The great breath shudders,Coolamuns are drained,Billabongs go walkabout,moons since it rained.Stone man gathersfor corroboree,chants harsh word-shapesto narrow melody.Parrot-feather imagesof blood ...
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hags The valley; flinch not you, my body young. At these great shouting ...
on the last day of winter i went to bed harsh winds rainstorms beating my head houses trees with a ...
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