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 ...
READING how Marco Polo cameBy bridle-path to Kanbalu,Forgotten fibres wake to flame,And smoke old memories anew . . . .For ...
(To the memory of William Hickey, Esq.)COMING out of India with ten thousand a yearExchanged for flesh and temper, a ...
IN the castle of Glubbdubdrib How spendidly we dine On flesh from magic potagers And cups of dead men's wine, Dead men who run ...
THOSE friends of Lao-Tzu, those wise old menDozing all day in lemon-silken robes,With tomes of beaten jade spread knee to ...
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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