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 ...
Kenneth Slessor Poems on Mind (16 Poems)
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 ...
To The Poetry Of Hugh Mccrae (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
UNCLES who burst on childhood, from the East,Blown from air, like bearded ghosts arriving,And are, indeed, a kind of guessed-at ...
La Dame Du Palais De La Reine (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
SOPHIE, in shocks of scarlet lace,Receives her usual embraceBeneath a hedge, behind a curtain,Or in the chambers of His Grace.Whether ...
Metempsychosis (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
SUDDENLY to become John Benbow, walking down William StreetWith a tin trunk and a five-pound note, looking for a place ...
To a Friend (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
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 ...
Thieves’ Kitchen (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
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 ...
To Myself (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
AFTER all, you are my rather tedious hero;It is impossible (damn it!) to avoidLooking at you through keyholes.But come! At ...
Fixed Ideas (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
RANKS of electroplated cubes, dwindling to glitters,Like the other pasture, the trigonometry of marble,Death's candy-bed. Stone caked on stone,Dry pyramids ...
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 ...
Crow Country (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
GUTTED of station, noise alone,The crow's voice trembles down the skyAs if this nitrous flange of stoneWept suddenly with such ...
The Knife (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
THE plough that marks on Harley's fieldIn flying earth its printThrows up, like death itself concealed,A fang of rosy flint,A ...
Advice To Psychologists (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
YOU spies that pierce the mind with trenches,Feasting your eyes through private panes,Who, not content with Heavenly stenches,Insist on taking ...
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 ...
Mangroves (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
These black bush-waters, heavy with crusted boughs Like plumes above dead captains, wake the mind.... Uncounted kissing, unremembered vows, Nights ...