The Man of Sentiment (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
Part One[A walled garden of York. It is an August Sunday, and the baying of deep church-bells is blown faintly ...
Part One[A walled garden of York. It is an August Sunday, and the baying of deep church-bells is blown faintly ...
IMUSIC, on the air's edge, rides alone,Plumed like empastured Caesars of the skyWith a god's helmet; now, in the gold ...
ICOOK was a captain of the AdmiraltyWhen sea-captains had the evil eye,Or should have, what with beating krakens offAnd casting ...
IIN an old play-house, in an old play,In an old piece that has been done to death,We dance, kind ladies, ...
CAPTAIN Dobbin, having retired from the South SeasIn the dumb tides of , with a handful of shells,A few poisoned ...
I. The King of CuckoozTHE King of Cuckooz ContreyHangs peaked above ArgierWith Janzaries and MarabuttsTo bid a sailor fear-With lantern-eyed ...
LATE: a cold smear of sunlight bathes the room;The gilt lime of winter, a sun grown melancholy old,Streams in the ...
(To N.L.)THERE were strange riders once, came gusting downCloaked in dark furs, with faces grave and sweet,And white as air. ...
(To the etchings of Norman Lindsay)Now the statues lean over each to each, and sing,Gravely in warm plaster turning; the ...
AT five I wake, rise, rub on the smoking paneA port to see-water breathing in the air,Boughs broken. The sun ...
Softly and humbly to the Gulf of ArabsThe convoys of dead sailors come;At night they sway and wander in the ...
1I saw Time flowing like a hundred yachtsThat fly behind the daylight, foxed with air;Or piercing, like the quince-bright, bitter ...
READING how Marco Polo cameBy bridle-path to Kanbalu,Forgotten fibres wake to flame,And smoke old memories anew . . . .For ...
(To the memory of William Hickey, Esq.)COMING out of India with ten thousand a yearExchanged for flesh and temper, a ...
UNCLES who burst on childhood, from the East,Blown from air, like bearded ghosts arriving,And are, indeed, a kind of guessed-at ...
You can shuffle and scuffle and scold, You can rattle the knockers and knobs,Or batter the doorsteps with buckets of gold Till ...
IN the castle of Glubbdubdrib How spendidly we dine On flesh from magic potagers And cups of dead men's wine, Dead men who run ...
SCALY with poison, bright with flame,Great fungi steam beside the gate,Run tentacles through flagstone cracks,Or claw beyond, where meditateWet poplars ...
VENUS with rosy-cloven rumpAnd rings of straw-bright flying hairLooks in the glass that slaves are plyingNot for her own face ...
EARTH which has known so many passagesOf April air, so many marriagesOf strange and lovely atoms breeding light,Never may find ...
IN Undine's mirror the cutpurse foundFive candlesticks by magic drowned,Like boughs of silver . . . and pale as death,Biting ...
So quiet it was in that high, sun-steeped room,So warm and still, that sometimes with the lightThrough the great windows, ...
ITHAT street washed with violetWrites like a tabletOf living here; that pavementIs the metal embodimentOf living here; those terracesFilled with ...
"THESE are the floating berries of the night,They drop their harvest in dark alleys down,Softly far down on groves of ...
SOPHIE, in shocks of scarlet lace,Receives her usual embraceBeneath a hedge, behind a curtain,Or in the chambers of His Grace.Whether ...
I'LL kick your walls to bits, I'll die scratching a tunnel,If you'll give me a wall, if you'll give me ...
MY cure of souls, my cage of brutes,Go lick and learn at these my boots!When tainted highways tear a hole,I ...
THE smell of birds' nests faintly burningIs autumn. In the autumn I cameWhere spring had used me better,To the clear ...
SUDDENLY to become John Benbow, walking down William StreetWith a tin trunk and a five-pound note, looking for a place ...
ADAM, because on the mind's roadsYour mouth is always in a hurry,Because you know odesAnd ways to make a curry,Because you fall ...
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