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 ...
IIN an old play-house, in an old play,In an old piece that has been done to death,We dance, kind ladies, ...
(To the etchings of Norman Lindsay)Now the statues lean over each to each, and sing,Gravely in warm plaster turning; the ...
SOPHIE, in shocks of scarlet lace,Receives her usual embraceBeneath a hedge, behind a curtain,Or in the chambers of His Grace.Whether ...
THIS Water, like a sky that no one uses,Air turned to stone, ridden by stars and birdsNo longer, but with ...
LESBIA'S daughter, I shall tell no lie,Here's no fit amber for such a dainty fly.Let them embalm your beauty whoso ...
"BEES of old Spanish winePipe at this Inn to-night,Music and candleshineFill the dim chambers . . . ."Fans toss and ...
MY words are the poor footmen of your pride,Of what you cry, you trumpets, each to eachWith mouths of air; ...
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