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 ...
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 ...
SOPHIE, in shocks of scarlet lace,Receives her usual embraceBeneath a hedge, behind a curtain,Or in the chambers of His Grace.Whether ...
THE smell of birds' nests faintly burningIs autumn. In the autumn I cameWhere spring had used me better,To the clear ...
GOOD roaring pistol-boys, brave lads of gold,Good roistering easy maids, blown cock-a-hoopOn floods of tavern-steam, I greet you! DrunkWith wild ...
FEELING hunger and cold, feelingFood, feeling fire, feelingPity and pain, tastingTime in a kiss, tastingAnger and tears, touchingEyelids with lips, ...
Thief of the moon, thou robber of old delight, Thy charms have stolen the star-gold, quenched the moon- Cold, cold ...
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