The Atlas (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
I. The King of CuckoozTHE King of Cuckooz ContreyHangs peaked above ArgierWith Janzaries and MarabuttsTo bid a sailor fear-With lantern-eyed ...
I. The King of CuckoozTHE King of Cuckooz ContreyHangs peaked above ArgierWith Janzaries and MarabuttsTo bid a sailor fear-With lantern-eyed ...
ISONG With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho rhyme! O the shepherd lad He is ne'er so glad As when he pipes, ...
Sally is the laundress, and every SaturdayShe sends our clean clothes up from the wash, and Nurse puts them away.Sometimes ...
O her eyes are amber-fine-- Dark and deep as wells of wine, While her smile is like the noon Splendor of a day ...
So from the ground we felt that virtue branch Through all our veins till we were whole, our wrists As ...
Sweet was the scene. The spreading dolichos Extended far, down to the valley's depths, With leaves luxuriant. The orioles Fluttered ...
Now, moving in, cartons on the floor, the radio playing to bare walls, picture hooks left stranded in the unsoiled ...
If you are lucky in this life, you will get to help your enemy the way I got to help ...
Elected Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music ...
Long Pont's apparitional this warm spring morning, the strand a blur of sandy light, and the square white of the ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
Almost yesterday, those gentle ladies stole to their baths in Atlantic Cuty, for the lost rites of the first sea ...
Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try; Since twelve I haven't closed an eye, And now it's three, and as ...
When I got to his marker, I sat on it, like sitting on the edge of someone's bed and I ...
There are days when one should be able to pluck off one's head like a dented or worn helmet, straight ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
Torn into light, you woke wriggling on a woman's palm. Halved, quartered, shredded to the wind, you were the life ...
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