Music (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
IMUSIC, on the air's edge, rides alone,Plumed like empastured Caesars of the skyWith a god's helmet; now, in the gold ...
Kenneth Slessor Poems on Light (16 Poems)
Five Visions Of Captain Cook (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
ICOOK was a captain of the AdmiraltyWhen sea-captains had the evil eye,Or should have, what with beating krakens offAnd casting ...
Captain Dobbin (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
CAPTAIN Dobbin, having retired from the South SeasIn the dumb tides of , with a handful of shells,A few poisoned ...
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 ...
Heine In Paris (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
LATE: a cold smear of sunlight bathes the room;The gilt lime of winter, a sun grown melancholy old,Streams in the ...
Realities (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
(To the etchings of Norman Lindsay)Now the statues lean over each to each, and sing,Gravely in warm plaster turning; the ...
Out Of Time (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
1I saw Time flowing like a hundred yachtsThat fly behind the daylight, foxed with air;Or piercing, like the quince-bright, bitter ...
The Country Ride (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
EARTH which has known so many passagesOf April air, so many marriagesOf strange and lovely atoms breeding light,Never may find ...
Nuremberg (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
So quiet it was in that high, sun-steeped room,So warm and still, that sometimes with the lightThrough the great windows, ...
Stars (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
"THESE are the floating berries of the night,They drop their harvest in dark alleys down,Softly far down on groves of ...
Waters (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
THIS Water, like a sky that no one uses,Air turned to stone, ridden by stars and birdsNo longer, but with ...
Next Turn (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
No pause! The buried pipes ring out,The flour-faced Antic runs from sight;Now Columbine, with scarlet pout,Floats in the smoking moon ...
Trade Circular (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
(To the Poets' Ladies)SHALL I give you the Bourbon-sugarsOf sherry and yellow skyAnd a girl in a country curricleMerrily bowling ...
Five Bells (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not my time, the flood that does not flow. Between the ...
South Country (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
After the whey-faced anonymity Of river-gums and scribbly-gums and bush, After the rubbing and the hit of brush, You come ...
William Street (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
The red globe of light, the liquor green, the pulsing arrows and the running fire spilt on the stones, go ...