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 ...
IMUSIC, on the air's edge, rides alone,Plumed like empastured Caesars of the skyWith a god's helmet; now, in the gold ...
ICOOK was a captain of the AdmiraltyWhen sea-captains had the evil eye,Or should have, what with beating krakens offAnd casting ...
CAPTAIN Dobbin, having retired from the South SeasIn the dumb tides of , with a handful of shells,A few poisoned ...
I. The King of CuckoozTHE King of Cuckooz ContreyHangs peaked above ArgierWith Janzaries and MarabuttsTo bid a sailor fear-With lantern-eyed ...
LATE: a cold smear of sunlight bathes the room;The gilt lime of winter, a sun grown melancholy old,Streams in the ...
(To N.L.)THERE were strange riders once, came gusting downCloaked in dark furs, with faces grave and sweet,And white as air. ...
(To the etchings of Norman Lindsay)Now the statues lean over each to each, and sing,Gravely in warm plaster turning; the ...
Softly and humbly to the Gulf of ArabsThe convoys of dead sailors come;At night they sway and wander in the ...
UNCLES who burst on childhood, from the East,Blown from air, like bearded ghosts arriving,And are, indeed, a kind of guessed-at ...
SCALY with poison, bright with flame,Great fungi steam beside the gate,Run tentacles through flagstone cracks,Or claw beyond, where meditateWet poplars ...
"THESE are the floating berries of the night,They drop their harvest in dark alleys down,Softly far down on groves of ...
THIS Water, like a sky that no one uses,Air turned to stone, ridden by stars and birdsNo longer, but with ...
SMOKE upon smoke; over the stone lipsOf chimneys bleeding, a darker fume descends.Night, the old nun, in voiceless pity bendsTo ...
No pause! The buried pipes ring out,The flour-faced Antic runs from sight;Now Columbine, with scarlet pout,Floats in the smoking moon ...
CHAFING on flags of ebony and pearl,My paladins are waiting. Loops of smokeStoop slowly from the coffee-cups, and curlIn thin ...
(To the Poets' Ladies)SHALL I give you the Bourbon-sugarsOf sherry and yellow skyAnd a girl in a country curricleMerrily bowling ...
THE cock's far cryFrom lonely yardsBurdens the nightWith boastful birdsThat mop their wingsTo make response-A mess of songsAnd broken sense.So, ...
Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not my time, the flood that does not flow. Between the ...
These black bush-waters, heavy with crusted boughs Like plumes above dead captains, wake the mind.... Uncounted kissing, unremembered vows, Nights ...
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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