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 ...
IIN an old play-house, in an old play,In an old piece that has been done to death,We dance, kind ladies, ...
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 ...
"THESE are the floating berries of the night,They drop their harvest in dark alleys down,Softly far down on groves of ...
THOU moon, like a white Christus hangingAt the sky's cross-roads, I'll court thee not,Though travellers bend up, and seek thy ...
Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not my time, the flood that does not flow. Between the ...
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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