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 ...
My life was a geographyI surveyed over and over again,a book of maps or dreams.In America I awakened.Were these perhaps ...
It is the summer bears ruled, the last summerof pure breathlessnesswhen I moved unaware, taken inby the netted branches of ...
ALL through the party she stood, saying nothing.Talk fluttered around her; quick gay wordsLike spring-enchanted birdsDarted, their wings flashing with ...
I O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar, Wide marshes ever washed in clearest air, Whether beneath the ...
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,Or grave stars cluster for their midnight ...
If ghosts should walk in Deptford, as very well they may,A man might find the night there more stirring than ...
Down at the end of the iron lane I see the sunset's glare, And the red bars ...
Like black iceScrolled over with unintelligible patternsby an ignorant skaterIs the dulled surface of my heart.Amy Lowell(Amy Lowell)
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood Of ...
It was my life in fast review, initially at double speed until I learned which functions scrolled the images on ...
To Thushari Williams Dear Thushie, the six months you spent with us Will never be forgotten, the long days you ...
Another day of toil and strife, Another page so white, Within that fateful Log of Life That I and all ...
Small knowledge have we that by knowledge met May not some day be quaint as any told In almagest or ...
Foreguarded and unfevered and serene, Back to the perilous gates of Truth he went- Back to fierce wisdom and the ...
The day that I was christened- It's a hundred years, and more!- A hag came and listened At the white ...
The darkness steals the forms of all the queens, But oh, the palms of his two black hands are red, ...
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