Niggers Leap, New England (Judith Wright Poems)
The eastward spurs tip backward from the sun.Nights runs an obscure tide round cape and bayand beats with boats of ...
The eastward spurs tip backward from the sun.Nights runs an obscure tide round cape and bayand beats with boats of ...
In the vine-shadows on the veranda;under the yellow leaves, in the cooling sun,sit two sisters. Their slow voices runlike little ...
South of my days' circle, part of my blood's country, rises that tableland, high delicate outline of bony slopes wincing ...
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