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 ...
AT five I wake, rise, rub on the smoking paneA port to see-water breathing in the air,Boughs broken. The sun ...
The old orchard, full of smoking air,Full of sour marsh and broken boughs, is there,But kept no more by vanished ...
No pause! The buried pipes ring out,The flour-faced Antic runs from sight;Now Columbine, with scarlet pout,Floats in the smoking moon ...
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